Trying my hand at writing for the first time. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.
There are no children in the text whatsoever.
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After a long month of searching for a sub boy to play with, Miss Alexa was tired of looking. She took off her black pumps with the pain of pacing a classroom all day in the soles of her feet. She sank into her sofa with a bottle of wine. She was flustered. How useful would a little sub service be right now! Foot stool, organize papers, cook, or a cock to control. Oh, the possibilities.
She had the idea for the project after getting bored with her usual femdom plays. She was a beast at teaching and it was one thing that made her a badass at femdom. Who better to whip these grown men into shape than a teacher who runs a tight ship? Her protocol was well-planned and laid out beautifully for her play partners. Just as tight as her classroom routines. It was time to extend her talents to MEN.
She stretched out and checked her messages again. Nothing. Her groups. With a little bit of scrolling, there he was. Cute boy. Local. Interested in ebony domination. He had all the kinks, and wasn't a switch. Relatively new to the scene, desired more consistent real life play. Then the magic words on the profile appeared, "willing to try anything once." Her eyes sparkled. She sent a message.
Three weeks and two informal meetings later, she sat across from him in a diner on a humid, Saturday Morning. She stirred her coffee, stirred in her seat, and stirred up fantasies of cuffing him up. He was about 23 years old, muscular, 5'11 -ish. His brown hair hung downwards. She hated it and would fix that later. His choice in cologne, immaculate, as she requested. He didn't carry himself in a submissive manner except for the dodge of her steely glances from her big, brown eyes.
