I wake up at about 7:45 every morning. Just so I can watch the sun rise in my front window. It’s Monday, and I’m a little tired, but still I sit up and open up my curtains and blinds. As I lay there with the sun on my face, I think about my Master. What if he woke up next to me, and rolled over and whispered in my ear “roll over slut.” I quiver. I haven’t had morning sex in months… it’s said to be the best way to start the day physically and mentally.
After my morning class I go to the Library for a history study session. They only last an hour and are said to make a full letter grade difference by attending them. But when I get there I see that college students… are stupid. That’s mean to say, but how did you get this far and not know the basics of the Civil War. I struggle in history, but not that much. I then go to my next class where there is this guy (most likely a frat) who thinks he is the class clown. I’ve caught him staring a few times, but he doesn’t introduce himself. So obviously not worth my time. But still, every time I catch his eyes wondering over, whether it be my legs or my cleavage, I feel proud that I’m still eye catching. High school is was so easy to break necks, but now it’s a tougher crowd with all the diversity. But maybe one of these days I will find someone worth talking to, and lure him into my red room for some fun and games.
After my last class I go to a homework session at one of my friend’s house. Unfortunately there was a lot of pizza eating and very little homework getting done. But we still had fun trading stories about our hometowns and our new classes and teacher. After a few hours it’s time for me to go home. As I’m dropping off one of my friends, his roommate comes out and talks to me through my car window. We talk about the regular school and homework stuff. But as we talk my eyes begin to trail off staring at his large arms that rest on my door. I become wet thinking about if he were to ever ask me to come up. Would I? Is he off-limits too? I bet he could really get rough with alI those muscles. After I leave, I rush home. I had promised my roommate I’d go to the gym with her half an hour ago. However, to my surprise, when I get home she quickly explains how her essay MUST get done, so she thinks it would be better if I just went without her. Excuses.
As I walk home from the gym my mind starts to think. 1 in 5 girls get raped in college. Its usually when walking late at night, by their self, with no one round that men swoop in on their prey. I think this scenario would be fun. He or even They will sneak up behind, throw me up against a vehicle in the parking lot, and just rip my workout tights right there. I think I would be aroused, versus scared, when he or they hold me up against the hood while fucking me from behind. If I moan, you think they’ll know I liked it? Would they stop? But no. I make it to my apartment safe and sound.
I Submit to BDSM 