Go to class - Happy domme

Grumbling wordlessly, DJ stood up from the bench. He knew that upsetting PK was just a way to make things worse on not just himself but Jason as well. And the thought of truly upsetting Jason was beginning to leave a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.

Memories began to flood into his mind of the past few weeks. It had started with a bet to see who could win in a wrestling match. It had ended with Jason on top of him pinning him to the ground and both of them panting staring each other deep in the eyes. He remembered Jasmin’s gorgeous eyes under her blonde, almost white hair as they froze together like that.

The feeling of her holding him down had awoken something in the both of them. Of course he certainly hadn’t been dressing like that at this point. No, that came over the next few days. Somehow each day Jasmin would find a way to challenge him to something physical. Another wrestling match, a thumb war, anything that brought the pair of them into skin to skin contact. He lost every time.

It still wasn’t clear even in his own mind if he had willingly lost, or if she had just been that much better than him every time. What was clear was that she had replaced his clothes slowly, first it was panties, then a bra under his clothes. It kept escalating. Then yesterday, it had been for him to come to school dressed in exactly what she picked out for him. The nerves in his stomach were a knot as he looked up and realized he was walking onto the edge of campus.

Slipping around the back, he avoided the front of the school. He wasn’t sure he was ready for the whole student body to see him prancing into school in tall stiletto heels and a mini skirt. Frustration that she hadn’t given him more coverage on the first day she demanded he dress like this boiled over and he spoke out loud. “Couldn’t even let me wear a fucking longer skirt.”

“Nope. But you can tomorrow night at prom.” The husky voice caught DJ off guard as he turned and saw her leaning up against the wall. Something caught in the back of his throat as he looked at her. A part of him melted at the thought of being her date to prom.

“We, we didn’t bet that yet.” His feeble attempt to defend himself came as he looked her over, smiling bashfully at how beautiful she looked to him.

Her heeled boots brought her several inches taller than him, even though he wore much taller heels. The black heeled combat boots were her staple, she liked to say they let her walk the line between masculine and feminine. DJ wasn’t sure he agreed with that.

Of course, she still rocked the incredibly tight painted on skinny jeans. The rips in the black denim might have been pre-distressed, but also could have just come from her doing some insane stunt in them as well. They also made her ass look amazing in his opinion.

Over that, her toned stomach peeked out of the Avril Levine crop top she wore. It was not that Jasmin was at all a fan of Avril’s, it was more the wording on the black shirt that made it entirely too funny to her.

Wrapped around her and hanging off her wide and sexy hips was the everpresent blue flannel shirt. Tied by the sleeves it was something of a signature of hers. DJ couldn’t remember seeing her actually wear it as normal, but the way it was slung low across her hips always gave him that warm feeling inside.

Realizing that he had been staring, he looked away bashfully. It was only after looking away that he realized what he had said earlier. A sudden wish to take back the words and just agree to go to prom with her came to him. But he knew that she would never respect him if he did that. She wanted to earn the right to tell him what to do. Truth be told, he wanted her to earn it as well.

“You look cute today, kitten.” Her smoky voice reached into him and grabbed ahold of him tightly. Matching her own actions to the feelings she evoked in him, she slipped her arm around his shoulders in an almost possessive manner. “I’m glad we went with those heels. They almost make you look tall.” The joke accompanied her pulling him into her in a side embrace for a quick second before the pair slowly walked towards their first class.

“You know we need to figure out today’s competition right?” DJ nodded at her question as he chewed on his lips.

“What do you think baby? Should we go old school and wrestle for it? Or maybe we give you a chance and play something lame like chess?” Jasmin let out a throaty chuckle that was her version of a giggle. Leaning into him, she whispered into his ear. “Or maybe, we see who can make the other cum first?”