Once My Classmate, Now My Submissive. (Part I) 

It was during my freshman year in high school when Candice first became my highly sought after companion of interest. When the first semester of the school year began there really weren’t any verbal exchanges between Candice and I, outside of your casual ‘hellos’ when greeting a person that you’re bypassing.

One day, while Candice was standing alone near her locker in the hallway, I used that rare, isolated opportunity to possibly extend our communication level beyond the passive nodding of the head as our way of speaking to one another, to a more deliberate, getting to know more about her approach.


Initially, it didn’t appear as though Candice was willing to keep the dialogue between us flowing like I was hoping for. Candice would either shrug her shoulders in response to the questions that I asked her, or was short and straight to the point with what she had to say. Regardless of the cold shoulder that I honestly felt as though I was receiving from Candice, I had build up enough courage to come this far to approach her and I wasn’t about to let my foot up off of the pedal just yet of attempting to win her over.

Without Candice realizing it, I quietly began to study her in a way that was guaranteed to land me exactly where I wanted to be. I paid close attention to Candice’s demeanor; how reserved she was in the classroom, and how her body posture visibly changed and reacted to the loudness and aggressiveness of a man’s tone. 

To Be Continued . . .

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