Some quick pleasantries

Suddenly wishing I had a few minutes to brush up on training a slut, I quickly thought about what to do next. So many things flew through my mind.

I wanted to make her call me master, but at this stage I worried it would feel too cliche. I hadn't really earned it, and having done nothing together, probably wouldn't mean much for her to say it. Then again, would it be helpful to frame our relationship?

Who was I kidding? I wasn't ready for this kind of power over someone. This girl was expecting me to be some kind of super dominant ****-master. I'd totally over-sold myself.

No! Shut the fuck up, brain. Look at this girl. She is in the palm of your hand! It literally doesn't matter what you do, just be clear and confident. She wants to be your ****. Your ****! The only way to blow this is to be a pussy.

"Tell me your name." I said finally. The earlier we got that out of the way, the better.

She smiled, seemingly amused that I'd asked her to be her **** before bothering to learn her name. "Chiyoko. What is your name?"

Ignoring her question, I focused on her answer. "That sounds Japanese. You're Japanese."

She smiled again, nodding. "Yes, I am. Are you... into that?" From the look on her face, she wouldn't mind one bit if I reduced her to her race. If anything, she seemed excited at the prospect of a little raceplay.

"No questions. I will call you Chiyo when you are good, and Koko when you are bad. Come with me." I held out my hand for hers. She still needed to get to the library. I wasn't about to let my **** get made everyone's ****.

Taking it and following my lead away from the map, she said, "Oh, okay. I will try to be good." Her words ended awkwardly, as though she wanted to say more but stopped herself.

"My name is Jake. But I want you to call me Jacob." I was just winging it. I wanted something that felt a little less casual, and no one called me Jacob. It would set her apart and perhaps feel more formal.

"Yes, Jacob. Thank you."

I decided I rather liked the sound of my name on her lips, but I worried I was losing momentum on this whole **** thing. I felt pressure to do something dominant or impressive, or at least overtly sexual. But I enjoyed learning more about her and wasn't sure how awkward it would be to bring some of it up later.

"How old are you, Chiyo?"

"Eighteen."

I quizzed her on a few more things. She was born in Japan but moved here at age eight. She was not a virgin, but was fairly inexperienced. She seemed comfortable with me asking whatever I wanted, so I got more personal. She'd never done anal, but would be willing to try if I wanted. She was confident in her oral skills.

As we turned around a building onto a more secluded section of the sidewalk, I pressed her back to the building with one hand on her breast and reached under her skirt with the other, placing my hand directly on her pussy.

She gasped, but offered no resistance. Then purred with anticipation. So submissive, so sexy.

I began to appreciate the gift she was. Even if I were not Mr. Macho dominant, she was submissive enough that I felt confident. I paused to enjoy the feeling of sheer power of the moment. Boldly exploring her sex for several seconds, I withdrew my hand.

"I want you to shave that. It belongs to me now."

She shuddered, aroused. "Yes, Jacob, I will."

Our position at the wall was fairly obscured by some bushes, and this stretch of path had relatively little foot-traffic this early in the semester. Seeing how alone we were, I was once again reminded of my own desperately neglected need to get off.