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He said I had belonged to him. He said he did not want to share me with anyone else. He said he loved I was his Lyric. I had missed him dearly. My heart wept for the words or one look from my teacher. Sleepless nights, restless days, four long weeks have passed. The scarlet laced choker has sat on the vanity case for three days now. Class is just class. A temporary teacher had taken the place of Mr. Diaz for weeks at a time. My teacher was in Mexico for a seminar for one week, yet no response when he was coming back to school. I started dating Ely, the black man who I had coffee with at the time Mr. Diaz encountered me with his cold stare. Perhaps, I had been dating Ely to gain some sort of temperance for a penance to involve myself with a teacher who was in reality, a closet sadist. I longed for my teacher’s stare. I wanted to feel a flogger on me again. Wednesday, class seemed different. The class had turned in our midterm papers from break. The temporary placement gathered the papers, along with mine turned in on time, and made an announcement. “Class, it has been a privilege Escort Ataşehir to be with an audience such as yourselves. I will be leaving today. However, here is Mr. Diaz your assistant professor to presume class. Blessings to all of you! May you excel in your midterm grade!” My heart sunk to my stomach. I was not dressed for the occasion. Mr. Diaz looked at the 300 students in the lecture hall with no remorse. I had avoided eye contact. My clit was throbbing; my cervical walls were clinching together as if I was going to squirt in my pants. I remained tranquil as if I was nonchalant of his return. That son of a bitch! He knew I would walk on needles and pins for him as an obedient slave, yet he was ungrateful. I acted fool hardy, left the class early out of spite. I figured, fuck it! I was going to drop this elective anyway. I did not need it. So, I exited the class gracefully, so cunningly. Ely and I were at my apartment. I showered and I wanted to wash away my carnal desires for my teacher. The harder I scrubbed, the more I sobbed Ümraniye escort silently. Ely wanted to have sex, I could not though. We had not experienced sexual intimacy together. I guess my heart could not tolerate knowing I had given myself so freely to one I do not belong to without Mr. Diaz consent. I fell asleep into Ely’s arms. I woke up the next morning, Ely was not present. He felt flustered and inadequate since I could not perform sex with him. He suggested we needed space with words written on my beautiful stationary. I took the response as he wanted to fuck, but I was not ready for the commitment. No more Ely. He can disperse himself into the four winds for all I care. I am not a sex slave. Well, not for him anyway. I knew I had a scheduled appointment with my advisor to drop the course of Latino Cultural Studies at eleven o’ clock Thursday. I was on the prowl, single free of Mr. Diaz, physically as I assumed, and intentionally, I had put my red velvet corset on, fishnet pantyhose, my Steve Madden heels and a pencil skirt Bostancı escort bayan to go. The red lipstick was fierce. I was running late (some habits never change) grabbed the scarlet lace choker without knowing what intention possessed me to do so, grabbed the keys, and a cup of coffee. On the way to school, I was fully prepared to get rid of Mr. Diaz forever. I had put on my scarlet choker he had given me to match with my red velvet corset. Yet, at the advisory, I had realized I had forgotten my phone. I left it on the vanity case where my choker was. I paid no attention to my phone. Everything was going wrong today! My advisory appointment was cancelled per the advisor having the flu. Ely dumped me, my phone was on the vanity case, yet I have this wretched choker on. Perhaps it was a coincidence I was wearing it today. Perhaps, what was leading to the events which were to unfold led to such a calamity, thereafter. Mr. Diaz was amazed I was walking away from the advisory office with my choker on. He shared no dialogue, yet his eyes looked directly at me. I was so pissed at him, I ran in my heels towards the elevator. I had broken my heel when it was wedged between the elevator entrance of the floor and elevator space. He tried following me and rescued me, I sneered and threw my broken shoe at him along with the choker around my neck which I savagely torn out of spite.

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