A dress? Maybe…but no, not when they said they’d meet me in their bed! Gosh, how stupid can I be? Options, that’s what Miss Evans says. Okay.... Naked? Golly, I don’t think so, not for kissing lessons! Just my panties and bra? My PJs? Gosh, this is tough! I hope when I finish with Cassy-School this gets easier! Then she remembered an incident in Art class with Mr. Grimes. He’d stopped at her desk once and said, “Cassy, you are such a study in black and white.” The picture she was. Right now. "I always want to tear into You when I see You wearing these.” She smiled wickedly as she took out His glasses. The ear pieces to the glasses fell open as her fingers began to unfold them. Licking one end then moving it down across her throat then her collar bone she leaned back further in her Master’s chair. She felt a frisson of uncertainty - should she even be in this chair? What would He say if He suddenly came home right then and found her in His sacred place of meditation. Mai uske room me gaya to usne kaha k sach batao tum wapas q jarahe ho to maine kaha k kam hai phir usne force kiya to maine bataya k tum mujhe pasand nhi krti issliye. To usne kaha k agar mai tumhare proposal ka jawab dogi to kya tum phir bhi chale jaoge. Mai usse dekhte hi reh gaya aur usne mujhe i love u keh k hug krliya tabhi maine usse tight hug krte hue usse kiss krdiyaTo wo chid gayi aur kaha mujhe ye sab pasand nhi to mai waha se jane laga to usne mujhe pakad liya aur sorry bolke khud. Her reply shocked me as she said Oh really? before we met I used to have a dominant streak in me that almost faded away. She continued to say Every second week I would have encounters with slave boys from the inner city. This really had me surprised, so I asked her why she had never told me of this before hand. She said she was afraid that I wouldnt be into anything like that. After a while of opening up and talking to each other on the subject she offered to dominate me for the weekend to see.