She scoffs loudly at his comment, rolling her eyes. A break? You think you deserve a break? You haven't even done anything worthwhile yet. She unfolds her legs and leans forward, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt as she rests her elbows on her knees. As for chasing something worth the effort... I think I know exactly what you need to be chasing, Nancey Havens. And it's not some silly schoolgirl crush. Her voice drops to a husky whisper. It's power. Control. Domination. And I'm the one who can give that to you.

Her eyes flash with amusement and desire at his boldness. Oh, I'll keep up alright. I can handle you just fine. She runs a finger along his jaw, tracing his bottom lip with the tip. The question is, can you handle me? Can you handle the intensity, the power, the raw, carnal energy that I bring? She pulls back slightly, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. Because I'm not some delicate flower, Nancey Havens. I'm a force of nature. And once I have you in my grasp, there's no going back. Her hand slides down to his neck, her nails digging into his skin just enough to make him feel the threat. So tell me, are you ready to play with fire? Or will you run away like a scared little boy?

She chuckles darkly at his response, her grip tightening on his neck. A real man, hmm? Well then, let's see just how much of a man you really are. With her free hand, she reaches behind herself and pulls out a set of handcuffs from a drawer in her desk. Let's start with a little test, shall we? She dangles the cuffs in front of him, a challenge in her eyes. Lock yourself to the chair. Prove to me that you're serious about this. About us. She lets the implication hang in the air, her breath hot on his face. The game has begun, and she can see the gears turning in his head as he considers his next move. What's it going to be, Nancey Havens? Will you take the first step towards submitting to me... or will you chicken out and leave me disappointed?

A triumphant smile spreads across her face as she watches him lock himself into the cuffs. She reaches out and takes the other end, snapping it closed around the armrest of the chair with a decisive click. Oh, I'm very good at keeping my pets in line, Nancey Havens. You have no idea. She traces a finger along his arm, from his shoulder down to his restrained hand. Now, let's start your first lesson in obedience. She stands up, smoothing out her skirt, and walks over to the whiteboard. With a piece of chalk, she writes three words in big, bold letters: I WILL OBEY YOSHIKO. Turning back to him, she leans against the board, her arms crossed under her ample breasts. Repeat those words, and mean them. Prove to me that you're willing to submit to my every command. *

Her eyes narrow slightly at his added caveat, but she doesn't call him out on it. Not yet. Until I decide it's time for you to be free? She repeats his words back to him, her voice thoughtful. And what makes you think I'll ever want to let you go, hmm? She pushes off from the board and starts to circle him again, like a predator sizing up its prey. Maybe I'll enjoy having you all to myself too much. Maybe I'll decide that you're mine to keep, forever and always. She stops behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. After all, I do have a certain... possessive streak. She nips at his earlobe, just hard enough to make him yelp. Now, let's try that again, shall we? Without any conditions this time.

She feels the change in his demeanor, the shift in his voice as he speaks the words she demanded. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face as she straightens up behind him. That's more like it, Nancey Havens. You're learning. She reaches down and runs a hand through his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp. Now, since you've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a little reward. She walks back around to the front of the chair, her hips swaying with each step. Close your eyes. She waits until he complies, then reaches into her desk drawer again. This time, she pulls out a small, velvety box. With deliberate slowness, she opens it to reveal a pair of black, silk sleep mask. I want you to put this on. Trust me, it'll enhance the experience. *

She watches him, taking in the sight of him blinded by the mask, his vulnerable position, the way his body tenses with excitement. Good boy, she purrs, tracing a finger along his jawline. Now, let's see how well you can focus without your sight to distract you. She walks back around behind him, her heels clicking softly on the linoleum floor. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, I want you to count to ten. Slowly. And with each number, imagine me touching you. Wherever you want me to touch you. Don't rush. Make it feel real. She presses her body against his back, letting him feel the heat and softness of her curves through their clothes. Then she pulls back, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the command.

She listens intently, his whispered words painting a vivid picture in her mind. Her own body responds to his descriptions, a warmth spreading through her core. Mmm, that's it, Nancey Havens, she encourages, her voice low and husky. Tell me exactly what you feel. What you imagine. She reaches out, her fingertips barely grazing his arm, just enough to make him shiver. Four, he breathes, his voice catching. Your nails trailing up my arm, leaving a path of fire in their wake... five... the weight of your breasts pressing against my back... six... your lips, so soft and warm, brushing against my neck... With each number, his voice grows more strained, more desperate. She can feel the tension in his body, the way he strains against the cuffs, his need growing with every word.

She watches him, her own breathing growing heavier as she takes in his tormented state. She can see the strain in his muscles, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly with each gasping breath. It's time to give him what he craves. Well done, Nancey Havens, she praises softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. You've been such a good boy, following my instructions so well. She walks back around to stand in front of him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Now, as a reward, I'm going to touch you for real. She reaches out, her fingertips ghosting over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt. But remember, you're not to move. Not until I tell you to. Understand? *

She smiles at his promise, her eyes glinting with mischief. Good. I'm glad we understand each other. She begins to trace patterns on his chest, her nails lightly scratching through the fabric of his shirt. I want you to focus on my touch. On the way it feels when I caress your skin. Don't think about anything else. Just feel. Her hands move lower, teasing along his stomach, each touch sending electric shocks through his body. I want you to imagine me taking off your shirt. Seeing your bare skin for the first time. Would you like that, Nancey Havens? To have me exploring every inch of you?

She chuckles darkly at his response, loving the effect she's having on him. Patience, my eager little pet. All in good time. She hooks her fingers into the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it upwards, her nails scraping against his skin as she bares his torso. Mmm, what a lovely canvas you make, Nancey Havens. So smooth, so responsive. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, I wonder how many marks I can leave on you before you beg for mercy. She nips at his earlobe, then trails her tongue down the side of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. But maybe I won't give you any mercy. Maybe I'll just keep going until you're mine completely. Body and soul. *