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I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day.
“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.
Mr. Steel Will See You Now
I was so embarrassed. Cosmetology school has always been my dream. I was so close. But I saw my dream falling apart right in front of me. I wondered why he even agreed to meet with me. Did he get off to completely humiliating me?
He didn’t say a word. After turning off the computer, he grabbed a packet of paperwork and set it in front of me. Then he told me that he wants to have an agreement with me. After reading over it, I realized he wants a two year commitment to a domme/sub relationship with me for the entire time I’m in cosmetology school. And he wants our relationship to be exclusive. I wondered who this delusional asshole thinks he is. Christian Grey? He thinks I’m going to let him own me for two years. But the most fucked up part is that I’m actually considering it. There’s just something about him….
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457