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stood for and another part of her yearned for his touch. “I guess opposites do

attract,” she thought. There were no two other people who were SO as different

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire - like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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muscular pectorals but the harder she tried to push him away the more he pulled

her soft body against his muscular frame.

Jerome felt the forty year old wife try to resist; try to push away from his hard

masculine body. But…….he felt her tongue probe deeper and deeper in his

mouth. He felt her delicate tongue duel with his own……..and he felt her

pulsating womanhood rub against his hard manhood. He played with the distraught

wife……until he was bored.

Pushing her away he finally mocked her once more, “Displease me Mrs. Belvoir and

I will spank that Lilly white ass of yours until you won’t be able to sit down

for a week. Understand ?”

With her ragged emotions running rampid she meekly answered, “Yes Mr. Bettis. I

won’t disappoint you…”

She then turned once again and opened the large oak door to the temporary freedom

and safety of the outer office. Mr. Jerome Bettis, Esquire, looked at the

beautiful red haired wife scurry from his office. He thought to himself that

within the week he would bury his long black cock deep into the pretty woman

running from his domination. Tomorrow would be the test. If the white wife

showed up at his office dressed as he ordered she would be his. If she resisted

she would have to be broken like a defiant mare……… And like a defiant mare

Jerome Bettis had the donkey dick to subdue the beautiful white wife.

Anna scurried from the office. Never in her twenty four years was she treated in

such a disparaging way. She cursed her new boss; she cursed her old boss; she

cursed her untenable situation. She thought of her parents; of her childhood old

Southern mansion. She finally after hours of soul searching resigned herself to

her subservience to her new Black Master. There was only one solution……. no

matter how degrading that submission.

Since she had the balance of the day off she used the valuable time to search the

more exclusive stores in downtown Memphis. She felt embarrassed as she tried on

the slinky lingerie. The sales staff of the exclusive stores were more than

happy to assist the platinum carrying red head. They smiled when the

conservatively dressed professional woman kept seeking the more risqué’ dresses;

skirts and upper scale outfits.

Feeling exhausted after her all day shopping excursion the pretty white wife

hurried home. She sat on her long white sofa and tried to comprehend the rapid

changes occurring in her life.

After several hours her always tired husband Jim finally drug himself home. He

tried to understand the odd mood that his wife was in…but….. there was

something that didn’t seem right.

Finally……. Anna scooted next to her husband on the long white sofa. “Jim,

today a black attorney was made a full partner at the firm. I was assigned to

work as his assistant in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company lawsuit…” Anna let

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

apprehensive. Taking off the robe seemed to send a shot of something through me.

I hung up the robe, looked at myself in the full length mirror, noticed

appreciative the lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be

near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room when the door

bell rang.

I should probably say a little more about J before I go much farther. I’ve known

J probably a couple of years now. Not well, mind you, but I’ve known him. He’s

been part of The Chief’ card game group for the whole time. I only play cards

with them every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd most of

the time. His face was well worth looking at, and I’d flirted with him on more

than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed about J was that he was always

… a nice guy. He was pleasant and seemed to go out of his way to make people

comfortable around him. So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I

had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at ease. He was

sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent enough to keep me on my toes.

Anyway, I’m just stepping into the living room dressed as he requested (that it

not dressed at all) when the door bell rings. Well, two things went through me

like a shot. This solid strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN

MYSELF INTO) and this sudden realization that I’m really horny, roughly as horny

as if I’d been laying on my back and the Chief had run his hand over my pussy. I

walk up to the door and peek out. It’s J, which is at least better than

answering the door like this to the Fuller brush man. J comes in and gives me an

appreciative once over. He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes

over to the couch and sits down. “I wasn’t sure you’d really do it until you

opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn’t.” I’m sure I’m blushing,

but there’s no mirror handy to check. J gestures for me to come here. “You’re

serious about this?” he asks. I nod in agreement. J reaches into his coat pocket

and with his other hand signals me to kneel down in front of him. “Then let’s do

this right,” he says and then his hands are on my neck for a few seconds. I’m

not sure what I expected him to grab, but my neck wasn’t it. I feel something go

around my neck and he removes his hands. “Go look in a mirror. Let me know how

you like it.” I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Attached

around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal strip on it that has my

name etched into it.

pt. 6. J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet again. “Did the

collar excite you?” He’s looking directly into my eyes as he says this. I can’t

maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows me I’m naked, which didn’t help

my state of mind. I nodded my head. “You’re excited by the whole idea, aren’t

you?” Still looking down, I nodded again. “Then you should probably take my

coat.” J says. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When

I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He told me to undress him then.

As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing

something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was

very specific about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For me

to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of my body as his

property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be whipped for showing any

reluctance to please or any disrespect. Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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