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Pill 3

   My next use of the Pill was an accident of opportunity.  As with Maria,
my dick voiced a hard opinion and my hand slipped my victim the mother of
all mickeys.



   ----

   The fire of sexual attraction dampened between Maria and me by Sunday
night.  Outside school on Monday morning, our smiles to each other were
almost shameful as we acknowledged a romantic relationship was not in our
future.  As much as a continued sexual relationship with Maria would have
been pleasing, I found it enough to bask in the memory of our sexual
odyssey for the rest of the week.  It was Thursday morning before I thought
about my next conquest.

   I woke up horny.  I was no longer a virgin and if that took the edge
off, being able to have ANY woman sharpened it right back up.  I got a
taste and wanted another mouthful.

   I arrived at school in hunting mode.  Tanya was the first possibility to
cross my path.  Her body was lickable, but I did not particularly like her
anymore.  I still wanted to fuck her, but I wanted what Maria had freely
given more.  Part of the weekend's pleasure came from liking Maria.  The
time after the Pill was more enjoyable than when I completely controlled
her.  My plans shifted to making someone I liked behave like Maria did on
her own, rather than just grabbing what was available.

   The girls in my class had very long discussions that day about the
different pros and cons of the boys sniffing around Clara.  I paid close
attention while not participating.  Maria taught me that what I knew about
women was unreliable, so I listened to gather impressions on what girls
really thought about guys.  It was educational and gave me hints as to how
I might phrase my commands to get more from the next Pill.

   The accident began to take shape during my one elective, instrumental
music.

   My parents and I had strange relationships with each other.  My father
and I only managed closeness as colleagues.  My mother and I were
different, more and at the same time less.  My mother's life was centered
by my father: not as a satellite but as if he were her anchor.  I suspect
it had to do with her past; my mother's reaction to my Pill relationship
with Cheryl was confirmed it.

   My mother let me go my way on almost everything.  There was only one
thing that she quietly insisted or bargained with me for.  If my mother had
one love other than my father, I would have to say it was music.  She
wanted piano lessons, had probably wanted them all her life.  I became an
excuse to learn.  If she took me to 'my' piano lessons, it was convenient
for her to learn at the same time.  It was the only thing I ever saw my
mother not face head-on.  A part of me always understood we were in those
quiet piano rooms for her so I took every lesson without complaint.

   My mother was talented but constrained, a precise and unfriendly
musician.  She passed her gift to me but made sure I had no demons so I
played like I was playing.  A couple of instructors tried to guide me
towards a professional classic career in piano.  My mother balked each
time. I liked playing but never thought of doing it for a living.  My
mother knew that and let me learn what I wanted.  We left instructors when
they pushed.  The end result was that like martial arts, my fundamental
training was superb but different styles flavored my music.  I had enough
training and practice to be better than anyone would hear without paying.

   It added to my already strange reputation in high school.

   We were approaching midterms and our music teacher wanted us to play a
little of our midterm piece.  The class had kids with little more than
basic musical training, while others were burgeoning professionals.  The
class was notoriously easy to pass so it also contained individuals who
thought of me as a personal nemesis to their high-school wide domination:
two jocks and their cronies.

   For some time, the jocks and I had an uneasy truce; they did not fuck
with me and I did not cripple any of them.  The truce became necessary when
some of them went through a bullying phase, and discovered I was
unresponsive to threats.  There had been two major incidents in our
conflict.  In the seventh grade, the worst of schoolyard bullies decided I
was in the way of him establishing a grammar school tyranny.  Unwilling to
go through another beating, his political stance on my independence changed
after a 'behind the school' tête-à-tête.  In the ninth grade, we had a
similar incident; same bully, now a football player, and one of his
buddies. I believe they thought two-to-one were fair odds since they were
the two and I was the one.  They compounded their error by trying to take
me publicly.  It took a two hundred and twenty pound teacher hitting me
full-steam to prevent them from ending up in the hospital.  Two more
teachers had to throw themselves on top of the pile to keep me down.  The
incident cost me a lot of time with the school psychologist; neither of the
jocks got anything more than a slap on the wrist.

   The last incident was not something even the most reasonable of the
bunch was likely to forget.  We had been slowly climbing to another
confrontation since the day the jocks got their lumps.  This time, unknown
to me, it was over girls.  Maria was far from the only one whose interest I
failed to notice.

   I went through a growth spurt over the previous summer so my body was
solid.  My father was a wealthy man.  I was intelligent and musically
talented.  I might not have been one of the school's alpha males, but even
they walked carefully around me.  The combination made me fascinating to
girls guaranteeing another incident.

   The first pass came with Miss Malone's required practice of my midterm
piece.  I chose something out of Mardi Gras in New Orleans: lively, sexy,
and fun.  I heard a sensual laugh and someone clapping when I was done.  It
was Michelle, a very pretty cheerleader.  She locked eyes with me in
challenge.  She gave me a very adult smile, when she saw I got the message.

   I got something.

   I stood up to go to my seat, which happened to pass Michelle and the
jocks' entourage.  One of the cronies decided he did not like the attention
I received from a member of their personal domain.  He stood to get in my
way.  I stopped a comfortable distance from him.

   Everyone knew the time had come.  I smiled at him; these confrontations
seem to surprise the antagonists.  He did not know he was going to do it
until he stood up.

   "Nobody got up with you," I told him.

   He looked around; both jocks were still sitting.  He failed to
understand that the jocks were good enough to go past high school glory. 
One wanted to get up, but the other was holding him back.  Danny, a member
of the academic program I was stuck in, tried to avoid trouble with me.  We
did not know each other well, but we spent most of high school in the same
classes so we knew enough.  Danny was reasonable, smart, and a good
football player; good enough for a college scholarship, smart enough to
know I had less to lose, and reasonable enough to let it go at that.  I did
not eat in his home; he did not eat in mine.

   Pointing out that neither jock stood up was an error in diplomacy.  It
was a slap to all of them and even Danny could not let it slide.  There
were times in high school that my disdain got the better of me, but I never
said I was a fountain of maturity in high school.

   "DAVID!" Miss Malone yelled.

   I turned around to see our music teacher stalking (if a kitten can
stalk) toward me.  She was short and good-looking but the outsized glasses
and baggy clothes hid most of her.  She vibrated though and something about
her fascinated me.  Elizabeth Malone was bundle of boundless energy and
intelligence that I wanted to unwrap.  She stopped a step below me and
looked up in a show of anger.  I did not miss the calculation of her
performance, and almost spoiled it with a smile.

   "What are you doing?" she seethed.

   I turned to look at the crony.  He sat down and tried not to look smug.
Danny stared at Miss Malone thankfully.  I hoped he did not get tangled in
my problems with the other jocks.

   "David!" Miss Malone seethed again.

   I turned to look at her and sighed.  I shrugged for her to do her best.

   "Come." she said simply and turned to go into her office.

   The high school had two music rooms, one for instrument and one for
vocal, between which was Miss Malone's office.  She slammed the door behind
me.  She spun and jumped up to sit on her desk.  She stared at me.  I
stared back; actually, I studied her.  She was different from other
teachers, younger and more real.  I decided she used the glasses and baggy
clothes to hide her looks.  It put me on guard; I do not like people who
hid things.

   "Do you think you can beat up every jock and wannabe, David?" she asked
with more curiosity than anger in her voice.

   "One at time?" I asked.

   She raised an eyebrow to which I shrugged.

   "I don't have to beat them all up, only the ones that won't leave me
alone."

   "Sometimes, David, it's easier to go with the flow," she said.

   I could almost hear wistfulness in her voice.  I thought maybe she
deserved an answer.

   "Did you ever notice that death is a gentle flow?" I asked her.

   Her eyes widened.

   "You're freezing to death, and it's the pull of sleep that's dangerous.
The tide pulling you out to sea.  Old age.  It's always a gentle but firm
flow.  It's always easier to just go with it," I said.

   "Are you trying to bullshit me?" she asked with a smile playing on her
lips.

   I laughed.

   "I don't know," I replied honestly.  "Maybe I'm an asshole, and this is
more fun.  I don't imagine eating jock shit is a tasty experience."

   "They're going to win, you know.  They have numbers and at least two of
them really hate you."

   I was aware of being well known in school but her knowledge seemed too
extensive for a teacher.  I stared at her trying to figure out why.  Most
teachers know the smart ones, the dumb ones, and some of the in-crowd. 
Usually, they do not bother with kids like me, the ones that do not care if
they are seen.  I knew my one claim to fame was the feud with jocks and
their cronies, but did not know how that would get into a teacher's world.

   I shook my head slowly.

   "There's nothing to win, Miss Malone," I said.  "But if they want me to
bow, they have to make me."

   "Numbers can make it easy to force you do anything they want," she said
quietly.

   "I like a fight against greater numbers.  I don't have to hold anything
back."

   "You have an answer for everything, don't you?"

   "I'm a teenager, Miss Malone; immortality, omniscience, and
omni-potential.  Isn't every teenager a God in his own mind?"

   She froze and stared at me with something in her eyes that I did not
recognize.

   "You are also omni-weird, young man," she said softly.  "Someday, I'm
going to have a long conversation with your mother.  She has a lot of
explaining to do."

   She shook her head, jumped off the desk, and opened the door.  She
walked out in front of me.  I walked to my desk and sat down.

   "David!" she said loud enough for the entire class to hear.

   I looked up at her.

   "You can serve your afternoon detention in my office," she announced.

   The crony turned to look at me; the smug smile grew wider.  I wondered
for a second what happened to high school boot-lickers; probably graduated
to office ass-kissers.  I shrugged accepting Miss Malone's attempt to save
me from myself.

   Michelle stopped me outside of class with a hand on my chest.  She
trailed her fingers down my stomach as she stared at me.  Her eyes were
hazel green.

   "I'm sorry about detention," she said sweetly.

   Michelle made no attempt to hide her attraction.  I reciprocated by
studying her body.  The bloom of womanhood looked good on Michelle.

   "You liked the music," I said before I realized it.

   "I loved it," she said.  "I think you're awesome."

   The way she said it made shivers run down my spine.

   "I have a piano at home," I blurted out.

   "Really?" she said expectantly.

   "Would you..." I started and stopped.

   Michelle smiled widely.

   "Would I, what?"

   I tilted my head and stared at her.

   "Come over next week and I'll play for you."

   "Next week is a long time away," she complained moving closer to me.

   Her voice mesmerized me into a decision.

   "I have to pick out the right music," I told her.

   "Okay," she said with a sigh.  "Next week then."

   She moved even closer to me.  We stood still for a second before she
sighed again and turned to walk away.

   "Very well done, David," Miss Malone said from behind me.  "And at the
same time, so disappointing."

   "Disappointing?" I asked.

   "She wanted you to kiss her."

   "Oh!" I said.

   "So much for omniscience," Miss Malone said with a laugh before walking
back into her classroom.

   I turned to watch Michelle's saucy ass saunter down the hallway.  I
would have to remember to ask her if she had wanted a kiss when the Pill
broke down the barriers of her mind.

   ----

   Detention in Miss Malone's office was boring.  She did paperwork while I
sat making believe I needed to study.  I was about to ask her if I could
play the piano while I waited when she took off her sweater.  Her baggy
clothes hid her slimness and the fact that her breasts were out of
proportion with the rest of her.  She got up to walk around and without the
sweater to cover her hips I saw that she had more than the requisite bottom
curves too.

   "Would you like a soda?" she asked suddenly.

   The glasses were fakes it seemed, since she had not worn them the entire
time I sat in her office.

   "Yeah," I replied.

   I got a nice view of her backside as she bent over her purse.  My dick
rose up curiously.  Miss Malone straightened and held out a couple of
singles to me.

   "Go to the teacher's lounge on the second floor, and get me a Coke," she
said as I took the money from her hand.  "Get what you want, too."

   She turned and walked back to her desk.  Her hips swayed more naturally
than the movement of the girls my age.  I headed towards the teacher's
lounge thinking about Miss Malone.  My dick led the way to my wall locker
after I bought the sodas.  I did not like Sprite but made the selection
without thinking.  I knew why when I opened my locker and pulled out the
baggie with a Pill in it.  I did not want to confuse which soda I put it
in. I opened Miss Malone's Coke and crumbled a Pill into it.  My dick and
fantasies were in control of my body.  Miss Malone was a teacher,
attractive, and had afforded me an opportunity that was too good to pass
up.

   "I dropped your bottle," I said as I handed her Coke over.  "I opened it
to keep it from exploding all over you."

   She nodded distractedly before taking a sip.  I sat back down and
waited. Miss Malone managed to finish the bottle before the Pill took hold
of her.  I got out of the chair and clowned around in front of her but she
ignored me.  I locked the doors and dimmed the lights.  The janitor cleaned
up the office earlier so I was certain there would be no interruptions.

   "Stand up, Elizabeth," I ordered.

   There was something deliciously scandalous about using her first name.
Miss Malone turned her head towards me and stood up.

   "Come here," I said.

   She walked around the desk and moved to stand a couple of inches from
me. My dick was insisting on getting to the good stuff sooner rather than
later.

   "Take your clothes off," I instructed.

   She pulled the t-shirt over her head revealing a lacy white bra.  I
watched as she pushed the skirt down her legs.  I took a step back to take
in her matching white panties.  She must have taken off her shoes at some
earlier point because she was barefoot.  The bra popped loose as she did
something behind her back.  It floated to the ground to be joined by her
panties a couple of seconds later.  I stood stunned for a minute; Miss
Malone had a fantastic body.  Her breasts were more than a handful and I
had big hands.  Her stomach looked soft to the touch.  I walked around her
to see that her ass was firm.  I took the pins out of her hair and watched
it wash down her back.  My dick asked why I was still wearing clothes.  I
wanted more than just to fuck Miss Malone though; Maria's desire was still
on my mind.

   "How old are you, Elizabeth?" I asked.

   "Twenty two."

   Her answer surprised me because she had been my instrumental music
teacher since my freshman year.

   "How could that be?" I asked.  "You would've been nineteen when you
started teaching."

   "I'm very smart, sir," she said.

   I should have noticed the honorific.

   "I don't understand," I said.

   "I graduated with my master at nineteen, and started teaching here the
same year."

   "If you're that smart, why teach?" I asked curiously.

   "I can't stand math or any of the sciences," she replied.  "I don't have
a real musical talent so..."

   She shrugged making her breasts bounce a little.  There was more to Miss
Malone than I thought.

   "High school must have been bad for you," I said thoughtfully.

   Her breasts bounced with another shrug.

   "What was the worst part of high school for you?" I asked.

   I did not like high school but could not imagine being that much younger
than everyone else.

   "I wanted boys," she said.

   "Excuse me?" I asked surprised.

   "I...  I wanted what every girl had," she lamented.  "The boys to pay
attention to me.  They never did, not the way I wanted anyway."

   I had nothing to say to that but knew my way into something more than 'I
fucked her' lay in those words.

   "Do you still think about boys?" I asked.

   She nodded slowly.

   "The boys from your high school, or the ones here?" I asked.

   "You're all so young," she said avoiding the question.

   Her avoidance stopped me cold.  I thought it was impossible for her to
do that under the influence of the Pill.

   "Do you think about the boys around you now?" I asked in a hard tone of
voice.

   "Yes, sir," she responded submissively.

   I wondered why Miss Malone showed more personality under the influence
of the Pill than Maria.  I remembered that I did not ask Maria any
questions when I possessed her.  I was doing things differently so I had to
expect different results.

   "Which ones?"

   "All of you," she answered.  "You're all so young and pretty.  If I
could only have one of you!"

   Miss Malone freaked me out a little with her reply.  Not enough to stop,
but I became wary.

   "What do you want with one of us?"

   "I could get over this," she said.  "I would be able to put high school
behind me."

   It sounded like pop-psychology bullshit but usable pop-psychology
bullshit.

   "Which one of us do you want?" I asked.

   "Danny..." she replied but with a hesitation at the end.

   "And?"

   "You, sir," she said reluctantly.

   "Don't ever think about Danny sexually again," I said automatically.

   "Yes, sir," she replied.

   "I am your fantasy," I said.  "I am the one."

   "You are the One," she said turning her brown eyes to me.

   I paced in front of her for a couple of minutes thinking of how to
continue.

   "Elizabeth," I said finally.  "The time to make your fantasies come true
has arrived.  It might not come again so you have to take advantage now."

   "It might never come again," she said sorrowfully.

   "Put your t-shirt and skirt back on," I told her.

   She followed my instructions quickly.

   "This is it, Elizabeth," I told her.  "You've got the one you want alone
during detention.  Live your fantasy."

   I sat and looked down at my book.  I decided I was going to question the
next one before I got them naked; all that skin was distracting.



   ----



   Her fingers in my hair was the next thing I felt.  She kept it up until
I looked at her.

   "You're such a pretty boy, David," she said.  "The prettiest one in the
whole school."

   Pretty was not what I had in mind but her eyes spoke volumes about what
pretty meant to her.  The butterflies crashed against the walls of my
stomach.  She caressed my cheek with her fingertips.

   "I've always..." she said.  "Can I trust you, David?"

   I nodded slowly.

   "No, David," she insisted.  "Can I TRUST you?"

   "With what?" I asked as my dick pulsed.

   "Will you talk about us?"

   "There's nothing to talk about," I said immediately.

   She leaned down and touched my forehead with her lips.

   "Would you tell anyone if I did that?" she asked.

   "No."

   "How about this?" she said leaning down again to kiss my cheek.

   "There's nothing to tell."

   "Or this?"

   Her lips brushed mine gently, a touch more than a kiss.

   "Or maybe this?"

   She pushed my head back and nibbled at my neck.  I grabbed the desk in a
tight grip and almost ripped the top off.  Miss Malone was moving much
faster than I expected.

   "Well?" she asked straightening up.

   "What?" I asked impatiently.

   "I need to know that you're not going tell anyone I did that," she said
with a mischievous smile.

   "Tell who?" I asked.

   The echo of her teeth on my skin had me slightly confused.

   "Maybe we should do this differently," she said.  "How about you promise
not to tell anyone if I do this?"

   "Do what?"

   She put her hands on either side of my face and tilted my head back. 
Her lips slammed into mine in a fusion of heat and desire.  She invaded my
mouth with her tongue.  We danced together for a long moment enjoying the
way our tastes melded.

   "Well, do you promise?" she whispered.

   "Anything," I said sincerely.

   "You won't tell anyone about us," she said.

   "I don't have anyone to tell," I pointed out.

   "I know," she said with a wide smile.  "That's why you're perfect for
me."

   "What?"

   She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.  She
slinked out of her skirt and posed naked.

   "Stand up," she ordered.

   I got up and watched amazed as she knelt in front of me.

   "You're probably quick on the trigger," she said playfully while undoing
my belt.  "How about I suck the first load out of you?  You should last
longer after that."

   I swore I was going to live through at least one fantasy of any woman I
used the Pill on.

   My dick sprang towards Miss Malone when she freed it from my pants and
underwear.  I stepped out of my clothes and kicked them aside.  She grabbed
my dick by the base.  Her hand moved me around so she could study me from
all angles.

   "I've wanted a teen cock in my mouth for so long," she said.

   Her tongue reached out and licked the drop of pre-cum that formed at my
tip.  The touch was warm and raspy.  She kissed the tip and pushed my cock
up.  She moved her face closer to me and took a deep breath.

   "You smell wonderful," she said.

   She kissed my testicles gently.  Her tongue touched where her lips
kissed.  She licked me with long strokes.  Each testicle was sucked into
her mouth and given personal attention by her tongue.  It was a fantastic
sensation so my dick hardened even more in Miss Malone's hand.

   "You like that," she said looking up at me.

   I nodded.

   "Are you ready?" she asked.

   "For what?" I asked.

   She took my cock into her mouth to the root in one smooth motion that
lasted forever and not long enough.  Miss Malone sucked, did something at
the back of her throat, and moved her tongue along the bottom of my dick at
the same time.  I grunted and squeezed my eyes tightly fighting to hold on.

   "Not THAT quick on the trigger," she said happily releasing me.

   Maria had given me a blowjob, but Elizabeth Malone sucked my cock.

   I reached back and grabbed the desk.  I pushed my hips towards her.  She
smiled and licked the underside of my crown.  Our eyes locked as she used
her tongue to caress the length of my dick.  She looked away when she moved
to give my testicles attention again.  I was not going to hold on much
longer so she did not take me down her throat again.  Instead, she held the
head of my dick up with her tongue and took me slowly into her mouth.  She
fucked me with her mouth in full, deep strokes that made me wish I had an
endless supply of Pills so I could make her do it every day for the rest of
my life.

   She reached up and grabbed my forearms.  I let go of the table and let
her guide my hands to her head.  She looked at me and nodded when I gripped
her hair.  She was giving me control.  I sped up the movement of her head.
She took me just as deeply.  I grabbed her hair in tight fists and fucked
Miss Malone's mouth.  My balls tightened to my body and my cock thickened.
I pulled her head to my hips until her nose was in my pubic hair.  I
released a flood of cum down her throat.  I bent over her head as a second
shot escaped my body.  She sucked me hard trying to pull everything out of
me.  My head fell back as my entire body shivered from her efforts.

   Finally, she let my dick go and sat back on the floor.  She spread her
legs and buried two fingers in her pussy.  Her fingers came out to press
against her clit.  She rubbed hard and fast until she gasped out her own
orgasm.

   We stared at each other for a long time basking in the pleasure of what
she had done.  She seemed to be waiting for something so I stepped up and
held out my hand.  Her smile said I did the right thing as she took it.  I
guided Miss Malone to her chair and pushed it back against the wall.  I put
my hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her open.  I knelt between
her legs and leaned down.

   She gasped as I licked into her.  Maria gave me some experience with
eating pussy but Miss Malone punctuated everything I did right with pleased
feminine sounds.  She gasped when I sucked on her clit, groaned when I
licked it up and down, moaned when I used left and right swipes, and
screamed when an orgasm flooded her as I licked her clit while fucking her
with two fingers.

   She grabbed my hair and pulled me up.  We kissed as she reached between
our bodies to take me in her hand.  I was hard again so she did not have a
difficult time fitting me to her pussy.  She released me at the gate of her
pleasure and dug her nails into my hips.  I pushed inward, opening her body
with my cock.  She adjusted her hips towards the end of the chair so there
would be no interference with my fucking completely into her.

   I pulled back at depth and fucked into her solidly to make sure I took
everything that I could from her.  I grabbed the arms of the chair as she
wrapped her legs around me.  I felt in control as if being with Maria had
taught my dick how to wait.  Miss Malone moaned into my mouth when I
started stroking in and out of her slowly.  I used the same stroke she had
used with her mouth, slow and deep.  Her body appreciated my efforts as
much as I had hers.  It was not long before her breathing increased and she
bit my lip.  I fucked her harder.  Her nails scratched my back as my hips
slammed into the juncture of her legs again and again.

   She bit my shoulder as her pussy squeezed me tightly.  I fought my way
out of its grip and punched into her again.  She screamed into my neck as
her body was overtaken by another orgasm.  The increase in heat and
wetness, the pressure her pussy applied on my cock, and her whispered words
were too much.  I pulled back one last time and buried my dick in Miss
Malone's pussy to cum deep inside her.

   ----

   I was exhausted by the time our third round ended.  There was something
about fucking a teacher while she was bent over her desk that mentally
drained me.  Miss Malone had been under the influence of the Pill for a
little over two hours but I was done.  I needed to get home and collapse
into bed.

   "Elizabeth," I said.

   She had dressed as I instructed.  Her head turned so she could look at
me.

   "Yes, sir," she replied.

   Fresh from fucking, she looked beautiful.  I was almost sad that I would
have to sit in her class and know what was really beneath the clothes
without being able to touch her again.  The thought of that made me give
her different instructions than Maria.

   "This was a fantasy you had while I sat in detention," I instructed.

   "A nice fantasy," she agreed.

   "That's all this was, Elizabeth," I told her.  "A wonderful fantasy."

   "Yes, sir."

   "Go home and get some sleep," I commanded.



   -----

   I made mistakes with the Pill that I can blame on a lack of knowledge or
experience.  How was I supposed to know Maria intended what I wanted
anyway?

   It cost me a Pill.

   Other mistakes were stupidity.  For a command of 'forget' to be
effective after Pill-time, it had to be 'remembered' on some level.  I
failed to make that connection.

   It cost me Maria.

   Some mistakes were fortune smiling though.  I told Miss Malone that it
had been a fantasy.  I meant everything that happened but did not specify
it.  I never thought her brilliant mind would pick and choose what was
fantasy and what could be used to fulfill other needs.  If I had listened
to how she said things, I would have realized Elizabeth Malone was prone to
twisting words to fit her meaning.
   "You are the One."

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