Tarsha's Class

Throughout Tarsha's class, I daydream about how I can put her under my power too. Lara sits beside me, ready to obey any command I give. I decide that I can't do it at school. There are too many people around her, I can't get her alone long enough to hold her down. But that's where my cop **** could come in handy. I decide that's how I'll do it. I'll have Alicia pull Tarsha over, handcuff her and put her in the back of her car, at that point she will deliver Tarsha to me, ready for enslavement.

I relay this to Lara, who likes the idea. At this point, Tarsha sees us talking. "No talking! Pay attention!" She says in a bitchy tone. Tarsha is beautiful, even if she is a bit of a hardass and a bitch. She'll be better when she's completely obedient.

The class finally ends, Lara and I have the rest of the day free, so we make our way out to me truck. I call Alicia, who luckily is on duty tonight, to tell her the plan.

"So pull over Tarsha Hastings, cuff her up and deliver her to you? I can do that." Alicia tells me nonchalantly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

Once I hang up, I take Lara back to my house, where we will wait for Tarsha to be delivered. Once we get home, I quickly push Lara on the couch and strip her pants off. After a second of confusion, she gathers what's happening, she knows it's time for her to be **** again.

"You're going to be a good girl?" I ask her.

"Yes, sir. I'll be your good ****." She says, as I pull her hair back and take her.