Wait. Release. Wait. Oh, come on! Release. Wait. Seriouslynow! Release. Wait. Done. Two sheets. Three plies. Front to back. Daub.Inspect. Drop. Stand.... Pullup. Hitch. Smooth. Spread. Inspect. Flush.Put down. Wash. Dry. Mirror. Door.Fuck my life. Well, at least I wasn't yet having my period...I took a few minutes to organize my thoughts. Unlike most immature andreckless teenagers, I was disciplined in my thoughts, modest in mydesires, and sincere in my wishes. I didn't go off half-crazed. I had on what you see in the photo My make-up was thick with lots of pink blusher and shiny wet-look red lipstick. I asked my Master to wait in the sitting room as I had a surprise for him. I entered and knelt in front of him telling him I was only here to be used and abused by him. I also informed him that I knew I was not good enough to be wearing these clothes and make-up and he agreed with me saying “Your sure not good enough to wear those clothes, you look like a fucking dumb fat fucking. That's how I learned to watch, and watching is how I really saw power dynamics for the first time. There is a wonderfully complex hierarchy among schoolchildren with its own codes and shibboleths; it's just fluid enough to make it ever changing, but just solid enough that it can be understood and delineated. Those were unhappy times for me, but fortunately I had never been happy enough to realize how miserable I was.I've long since forgotten how I learned about actual sex; I only know that when. " Mmm, 'kay," I peered through the hole, but it was pitch black in Maxie's room, "What's wrong?" He spoke through a yawn that made his jaw creak."Maxie are you awake?" I knew I'd woken him, but there was no point in telling him if he wasn't going to remember in the morning, and I was losing my resolve. I banged the wall right next to his head."Fuck. Yes, I'm up now. Ye gods what time is it?" Midnight." And this couldn't wait until the morning. You selfish bastard," his hard tone vanished as he.