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.
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.
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 raked my nails down her stomach while thinking to myself, why not give her a good dream.
What a shock it would be to wake from a wet dream to a real nightmare. I also realized the situation was giving me wicked ideas for the week ahead.