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I took control over the man who once was my English teacher. He was tall with a deep voice deep and in class he always said “Read the text, feel the words.” I was shy back then (hard to believe, I know) and I liked the way he looked at me when I answered a question. He never knew how much I wanted his approval.
After school I left town. I studied, I travelled, I learned about power and desire. I learned the word “domme.” A woman who leads, who decides, who owns the scene. I liked the idea of being the one who tells a man what to do. One night, after my return to “la belle province” for a holiday visit, I went to a bar in the city. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black boots and a silver ring on my finger. I felt strong. Confident.
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I saw a man at the bar, alone, drinking something that looked expensive. He had gray hair at the temples, a scar on his left cheek and eyes that seemed to look through me. His face was older, but as soon as I got close enough I recognized him.
He introduced himself as “Clark” and smiled as he said “You look familiar.” I laughed, “Maybe you just have a good memory for faces.” He told me he had recently retired from teaching and that he missed the classroom. What a power shift. He was the teacher, but now I was the one who could command him!
We talked about literature, about power, about control. He confessed he had always been curious about being dominated and giving up his authority for a night. I saw that as an opportunity and invited him to my apartment. He agreed, even though his voice was trembling with excitement and fear.
I tied his wrists to the chair and put a blindfold over his eyes. “Clark, you were my teacher. Now you are my student. You will watch, you will listen, you will obey,” I whispered. He hesitated as if he realized I was being serious, then he nodded in submission.
I called my boyfriend, Alex, to come over. Alex was tall, confident, and liked to be cucked. The moment he arrived at my door, I told him about Clark and that he was my teacher in school. Alex walked towards Clark, on his knees, blindfolded, silent, and looked him up and down. “Let’s make it unforgettable,” he said with a cackle as he took off his pants and lifted the blindfold from Clark’s eyes.
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