Its just I never really felt comfortable with people in my school. I'm not bad looking, blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a tight body from gymnastics. At an age when most of my peers were running around partying and hooking up I was largely below the radar. I didn't really date, spent most of my time studying, and didn't really have any close friends. It wasn't that I was mistreated or picked on in high school, just overlooked. Graduating high school I'd looked forward to university, a new start far from home. I was beginning to get turned on by her abuse, my humiliation and the degrading acts she makes me perform. How did I end up like this? I'd cry, but there are no tears left in me, and making matters worse, the final degradation, the feeling of wetness even now sliding down my thighs to slowly soak into the stocking. I'm kneeling on the floor, my knees aching from the thin carpet covering the concrete, the tops of the stockings tight on my thighs and her pussy cream slowly drying to a crust on my face. Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or otherwise legally restricted from viewing material of an erotic nature GO AWAY! If you are offended by sexually explicit material why are you here in the first place?
