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( Art: “ Miyazaki Shirohime,” by Mai-sensei)
This is a side story from Chapter 12 of “My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed, so We had Wild Sex.”
The day after I collared Kao, we met over lunch as usual. Bookworm corner was busier than usual, but the people closest to us appeared to be lovers. Like us, they had picked this spot, so no one would disturb them. The last thing they were interested in was watching us.
Kao-chan was wearing the chain I had bought her. It went nicely with how she dressed. Today she had on a black t-shirt with a picture of a girl playing guitar, “Mio,” and a biker-style jacket I hadn’t seen before. The silver blended nicely with her outfit, especially if you noticed her silver rings.
I had made her pay dearly for the privilege of wearing that chain the night before. Thinking about it made me tingle and feel self-conscious. Even so, I might have been too lenient, because as soon as she sat down, she presented me with a gift. I had been clear there were to be no presents while at school.
Her disobedience was a problem. How did one go about disciplining a disobedient submissive? I didn’t have a clue. I wouldn’t hit or spank her. From what she said, some people did that, but neither of us was into that, and I had promised myself I wouldn’t abuse her. Physical discipline would be the first step on a slippery slope. Scolding her might work, but she was easily hurt, and I didn’t know the boundaries between legitimate scolding and humiliation. My mother hadn’t set a good example. She had always made me feel ashamed and THAT wouldn’t work with Kao. Lecturing clearly hadn’t worked, because here she was giving me a gift. I had so much to learn.
The present sat in front of me, a supermarket present bag with a cute cat printed on the front. She had attached a lavender-colored envelope sealed with a black kitty sticker. “Should I say thank you?” I thought. “That would only encourage her.”
She was looking at me with those lovely eyes, waiting. “Thank you,” I said. I couldn’t resist. It felt mean not to thank her. She meant well. “But not at school, remember?” I added.
She nodded, but didn’t look remorseful. “Go on, open it. THEN you can scold me,” she urged me.
I started with the envelope on the side and found a perfumed lavender card. In her best writing, she had printed:
Thinking of you
Freed by your loving
Service bound
(By Yokoyama Kaori)
I smiled. It was very much something she would say. “It’s lovely Hoshiko-chan. Maybe you can teach me to write haiku. I might like that,” I said on a whim. But it was true. It would be nice to write poetry for her. Writing poetry would give us something in common besides sex. It would also, hopefully, give me an outlet to say the things that I found hard to express.
“It’s easy, Senpai, and I would be happy to do it.”
I felt hot, but it wasn’t from embarrassment but from the joyous feeling of being able to make her happy, and she looked happy at the moment.
I suspected the bag contained a book. The size and weight were right, and she had given me books before. “The last time they had been doujinshi,” I thought, “lewd doujinshi. If she had… Of course she had, I should have known better than to ask Kao for references.”
I scowled and said, “Yokoyama-san, if it’s like the other one, I will never speak to you again!”
“You’ll like it.”
“I will like it,” I thought. “Like the time she sprung buying chain for a collar on me. I really will be mad if she surprises me like that again.”
I looked around again, making sure no one was nearby. Our neighbors were staring each other in the eye and couldn’t care less what kind of reading material I had.
“I hope they have clothes on,” I muttered as I pulled out a thin black book. After the garish covers of Kao’s doujinshi, I was surprised. Now, I was seriously curious.
On the cover, printed in neat silver letters, was written, “Domination and Submission 101, a Beginner’s Guide,” and in smaller letters “By Sakuranome (桜の芽).” I secretly smiled. She had done her best to get me exactly what I wanted. I had asked for a reference book, and there it was.
I quickly slid the book back into the bag and said, “Yokoyama-san, not at school!”
“What would I do with her?” I thought. I added out loud, “I may not speak to you for a week for this.”
I wasn’t fooling anyone because we sat there and imitated our neighbor staring into each other’s eyes, smiling.
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Story by Nara Moore
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Art by Mai-sensei
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