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well.. her name is Sydney, and she is 16 now, looks 12.... she like sto act even younger... very cute. and very manipulative, which is ok for me. i enjoy that, i can't help being addicted to that. i was like her brutish Slave.... it has since progressed into a Total Power Control relationship, though one in which i am mostly left ignored and abandoned... but as soon as she says the word i do whatever she wants still.

now, back in that little story... what happened is, Sydney had made secret plans behind her mother's back for me to meet her every day after school for a couple weeks at the University of Florida's campus library. se kept asking me dirty questions about if would want to take hr, touch her, look at her, and even highly specific and detailed things... she'd have me tell her every fantasy i entertain about her.... offered herself each time, in mock shame... clearly playing up to that side of me that craves Total Power Control.... ironic how she used that craving, my weakness, to assert her own Total Power Control over me... well, i kept telling her that it doesn't need to happen, i'm just happy to get to hang out. and she would always leave it hanging with a simple "ok zackety" and when i started showing up at the appointed time... first time caught m way off guard... she was mosly ignoring me, just reading, didn't say a word, and didn't look at me, just had me sit next to her and be ignored. when i tried to say something or move at all she'd make me sit still or shush me... when i started spacing out from bordeom she tugged on my shirt, and when i looked she about jump on me it looked like, only for it to be a kiss. and it was a deep kiss. and tried tongue right away. and i was scared, i tottally messe dup, i stopped breathing... but after that the rest of the day it was her simply deciding that we sneakilly play around right in front of everyone. needles to say i was terrified, as i was being made to finger her under her skirt, leave my zipper open while she sat in my lap, slip my hand under her armpit and into her shirt.... all at her direction, where if i were noticed at all i'd be sent straight to jail.... subsequen meetings were all the same, with occaisional sneakings off, and always she'd giggle loudly and pretend to be a 12 year old with the mind of a 7 year-old, and 4-year-old's laugh! which, bare in mind, while extremely terrafying for me in a public setting, is still my greatest obsession... and at the end of each day she make it unclear whether it would happen next time or not, and sent me walking home, the 9 mile walk, before her mother came back to pick her up. i'd get up early the ext day, walk over there and wait for a couple hours in hiding, and when she arrived always end up being forced into these dangerous games again...