Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant's perspective, the last of each from the victim's. She had been making my life miserable for several months. I begged her to change my grade just from a C to a B-. She was a half Thai and half Chinese mix with the exotic beauty of both.
We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. One lousy point was the difference in making the 3.5 GPA to qualify for a status grad school but she wouldn't budge. Her name was Kelli Hu, like the actress but her students just called her Miss Kelli. To the Dean and anyone in power she was professional, polite and a hard worker. She was what many men and women fantasize about until they saw her dark side or rather her mean streak. My reverie was interrupted when I heard her moan in her sedated sleep.
They teased and pushed men until they finally found one that would see through the faade and take what they wanted. Finding a dominant that would understand her needs would be ideal. As I grabbed her pile of clothes and was about to step through the door I could hear her moans and whimpers.
The chances of her being brutally raped or worse were more likely. "Slut" I thought to myself and I bolted the door behind me.
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.
I had enough psych courses and been around the D/s scene long enough to know that subconsciously, that is exactly what she wanted and needed. It would be the last purely pleasant one she would get for a while.The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly.I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream.I saw she was going to Miami a week early and I immediately thought I knew the reason.Being that far from home where no one would know her, she would no doubt go to South Beach where she could go wild. Drink, tease, and leave a wake of horny, unsatisfied men.Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. A Model in Chains"From Grad School to Slave School: A Vacation in Chains Chapter 1"Now, you prissy Bitch. This is your personal Hell week." Of course she couldn't hear me. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little.This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Meanwhile we are wrapping up something new and exciting. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more.I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night redeye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings. I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed!She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl.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.Well, her time was about up and I would see to it she learned exactly what she was. When my fingers hit resistance, I was shocked at first but a smile crossed my face (read that as a very evil grin).That explained a lot and probably why her boyfriend dumped her. But I was thinking that she was probably just as frustrated with him and that's why she was always a bitch to everyone. I had learned a lot about submissive women when I made friends with the couple that owned a fetish club.Besides being alone and naked, I wanted her to wake up with a hint of what was in store for her.