Hiroshi Mitsuda

Carrie growled. She always thought math shouldn't involve letters. But she stuck with it, and offered the solutions to her tutor, Hiroshi. He frowned.

"Not bad ... but not great. You'd get a C on this if it were the exam, Carrie. I expect excellence out of you," he told her sternly. He dominated women at the BDSM club during the weekend. It was all to work off the dominance lust he built up from teaching this American slut. But she was always getting fucked by other men. It was frustrating to no end.

"I understand Hiroshi. I'm sorry, I just broke up with my last boyfriend. Tough being on the open market," she said, her big brown eyes welling up with tears. His eyebrows raised. Maybe this was finally his opportunity.

"I just need a ... dominant man, this time," she said. This was definitely his opportunity.

"If you're free this weekend, why don't we both work off some stress. I know this cool place ..."