1. Perchance to Dom Ch. 1


    Date: 11/20/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    eventually put on makeup to go to 7/11. I wanted a girl with chutzpa but lacking strong confidence. Cheryl would be my girl. I saw her walk up to a boy playing with a baseball bat. She told him to find another girl. "If you ever talk to Larissa outside of class, I'll let her father know who gave her that black eye." The boy lifted his bat angrily, but Cheryl only smiled and walked away. I didn't see her face after she turned, but her posture slipped for just a second and then it was perfect. I got a hard on watching that. "Hello, Cheryl." "Do I know you?" "We had a class together last year. I'm Walter Nelson." "What do you want?" "Something I'm going to have to earn from you." She tipped one step back before stepping closer. She said in my face, "I have no time for little boys with riddles." I attempted to look into her soul. "I'll show you how big I can be." "Creep." She stepped past me and didn't look back. Days of defeat followed. I turned out to be a stalker, not what I would someday call being a dom. "Creep!" Cheryl shouted when I told her I'd walk her home. "Creep!" Cheryl screamed when I simply walked up to her, staring into her eyes. I needed experience. "Mother, how did you and Father meet?" She coughed. "Well, that was years before you were born." "How old were you?" "Not old enough, but I had plenty of experience." "You dated?" "Not exactly. Your father discovered my situation and found a place for himself in it." "Um, you're not going into details. What the ...
    father does, so could the son." "No time, Walter. I'm busy with my work." She turned her attention to source code from another developer. "Yes, but you like being interrupted when your code is compiling." "Walter, you have my genes as well as your father's. You'll never be like him." Her compiler finished. It hadn't found any flaws in her code. A day later, I tried pressing reset. "Cheryl, please accept my apology. I've acted very foolishly, creepily even." For a second, light danced in her eyes. "Fine. Whatever." I left before she could. I had nothing to work with, except searching something. "Larissa, I'll do your homework, if you will tell me what you like best about Cheryl." I had to ask several baseball boys before I found the one Larissa dumped. I found her sitting in the library, texting on her phone. Her back was slumped crookedly in the chair. "I heard you were creeping her out. No way!" "That's in the past. Ask her." Her eyes shifted away. "Oh. What's your name?" "Walter." "I don't need your help with my homework, but you should know that Cheryl is the best friend a person could have." "You spend a lot of time together?" "I guess." "What do you like to do?" "I like shopping at the mall." "Do you buy lots of clothes?" "I can't. I don't get much allowance." "But Cheryl can? Does she have a part time job?" "Cheryl doesn't buy clothes, not many I mean. She buy's toys for her nieces and nephews." I finally got my break. "Yeah, she works at car dealership, washing cars." "Your ...