I rubbed my fingers up her slit, and found it completely soaked with her juices. Far from the sexy, chic, but somewhat conservative, clothes she wore for her job, she dressed almost whorish.But after watching her accept drinks from several men, and dancing to attract attention and hard-ons, she would go home alone leaving them all with blue balls.It didn't matter now though, because my goal was far different.I would not only have my revenge and my grade change, I would break her of that attitude and have my own little slut. I had seen her out alone trolling the bars where she thought that no one she knew would recognize her.She was probably frustrated with her boyfriend because he was waiting and not bending her over a desk and fucking her brains out. As I walked down a long corridor to check out the dungeon, I thought about how doubly lucky I had been.Most men are clueless about these types of women, who are driven to find a master or mistress even when they don't know what they are seeking or why. Even in her sleep I could tell she was close to orgasm. I decided to put her own hand on her dripping cunt. My first break was to overhear her talking to her friend about meeting in Miami to take a Caribbean cruise.
A shiny steel collar that she could not remove would catch her attention.
The same club I was sitting in right now and where Kelli would spend the whole week.
They told me that some women were truly submissive and didn't know it.
I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and to some perhaps more feminine. I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Many women appreciated my looks and my dominant streak.
And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. Miss Kelli, soon to be slut Kelli, was in for quite a ride.