Again I met Julie in the hallway. ‘What are you up to?’ she asked. ‘Joining us in the common room tonight?’ ‘Nah, not tonight’ I replied,... unsure of exactly what to say next. ‘I’m catching up with Jane for dinner.’ ‘Oh’ said Julie, looking surprised. I blushed a little and said I really need to go and get ready and rushed into my room. I wondered whether Julie would say anything to anyone else, and decided there was a very good chance that she would. Did it matter if she did? Not really. I. Anythingthat involved humiliation of a male, I'd try and find it. I downloadedhundreds of pictures of women dominating men, or of women beingdominated, but I always thought how exciting it would be to be the onebeing dominated. I would browse online stores, looking at panties andsome of the frillier womens clothing. In fact, I even ordered somepanties over the internet. Of course, apart from that I would also donormal things over the internet, buy tickets, buy goods and use email.The problem. ”I couldn’t help but stare at her - trying to decide if she’s serious - or does she possibly know they’re going to be at our nude wedding.She was digging in her large leather handbag, then she looked up - smiling at me as she held out a thick photo album. I could tell by the size of the album, it was filled with 5 by 7 photos.She slid it across the desk pad, smiling the whole time, “No one has ever seen these - except Misty and me, since Miss Violet developed them. I wanted to share them with. The fact that they would both most likely die in the next few moments made it that much more exciting."Quickly, take me now!" she exclaimed, her voice low, but strained with passion.The power of her will was, as usual, irresistible. He would die in a few minutes, probably impaled or cut into pieces while still alive like he had done to so many others. Elsa would surely die, too, but she intended, as was her nature, to get one last orgiastic thrill out of life before she did.Vlad was amazed.