My response was halted by the words I love it!!, and then her hand moved from my back to rest over the large bulge in my shorts. She still stared dire...ctly into my eyes and I said to her What youre doing is WRONG. Is it? she replied and started moving her hand up and down my shaft through my tight shorts, What about this? I was struggling to focus and didnt want this to stop but I couldnt let it continue. I mean you shouldnt be doing that at all!! Well Ive seen the way youve started looking at. Shewas being pulled roughly on stage. She stubbed almost all her toes on the shortstaircase, rushing to keep up with the handler yanking her onto the dias. The crowd chuckled as shestumbled, as much at her awkwardness as at her predicament. Many girls followed the path, from slap and tickle to D/sexperimentation, to hard core slavery. What started as voluntary sexualexploration became such an intrinsic lifestyle that they couldn?t imaginethemselves ?free?. Not serving their Master? Not being. One evening on the phone she told me about a fantasy of hers where I was her slutty girlfriend and she was the man. When she said that I was so turned on and excited that I could hardly breathe. All the feelings I had enjoyed as a teenager dressing up rushed back and I knew I was about to confront my destiny. I went out and bought a pair of red satin panties, and a red bra to match. I also bought red thigh high stockings and a red garter belt to hold them up. Over that I wore a schoolgirl. Just then, we heard Caitlin being called from the kitchen again, and she pressed the bread into my hands, and rushed off. I ate a few more chunks of bread until she came back. She had removed the apron, washed her face and hands. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me thru the kitchen to the exit into the cafeteria.We were side by side, in front of all the k**s, walking to her class. As we got there, she asked if I would be at the kitchen back door tomorrow too, and I nodded my head. She smiled and.