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                    Story:- Educating Darren,
                   by Ms. Christine Stevenson.
                   http://www.mschristine.com

                           Part Eight.
       
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"You mustn't get too excited yet, you will spoil
everything. But don't worry I will let you come before
you leave here, I promise." she said, realising that he
was far too aroused to have taken everything she had
just said in.

"If you lie down on your back over there," she pointed
to the spot,  "I will play with it some more. I know
you want some more, don't you?"

"Yes Madam," was his response, and she positively
glowed in triumph.

"Oh How Sweet, you remembered the correct form of
address. I knew you could do it if you tried. Of course
the right motivation helps too, doesn't it?"

"Yes Madam".

She gave a little chuckle, as if she were enjoying her
own private joke and then clicked her fingers and
pointed to the floor again.
    
He did as he was told because he was desperate for her
to continue. He wanted her touch, and his only chance
of that was to do as she said. Nothing else seemed to
matter at this point.

As soon as he was in position he heard her click her
fingers again and Alise appeared carrying what appeared
to be a large plastic box, which she placed on the
ground behind his head. He then felt his head being
lifted and placed in position inside the box. He tried
to struggle but it was too late, he heard the clicking
of catches as a perspex sheet encased his neck. He
found himself looking up at what appeared to be the
underside of a toilet seat. The lid was still down, and
it was barely an inch or two from his nose. He had been
permanently attached to this receptacle.

As she lifted the lid, Caroline's next words confirmed
his worst fears, "I am afraid watching you go has made
me want to go too!"

End of Part eight:- 

_________________________________________________
         Christine & David Stevenson
     Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program
Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
   Runs on all computers that are web capable
Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com
   http://www.mschristine.com/program.html
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