The Good Little Wife: The Plan Nobody ever asked me how this relationship began, but it was fun therapy for me. At the end of his college career, a graduating education major attempts to break up with his long-time girlfriend because he’s afraid of what his impulsiveness might do in a school. She has a plan. Unasked for sequel/prequel to my “The Good Little Wife” https://pastebin.com/36Q7yPYJ 1998 A private room in Emmont’s College Main Building “Why? You can’t…I won’t let you break my heart and throw all we’ve built away without knowing why? What is going on with you!? What didn’t you want to tell me? Scared? Scared of what? Growing up! Is that all? I know. I know it would destroy you, your career, and some poor child’s mind, but it doesn’t have to. I am in charge of your sexual satisfaction once I have you! Don’t you think I considered that? I know you don’t look your age. I know you are as hypersexual as you can be. I saw the danger of putting you in control of a classroom of nubile young women and I made a plan. I’m serious about this! Do you remember when I blew your mind and upgraded your texture fetish? Yes, that winter night I put on a bathing suit and climbed into bed with you. I planned that for days, and it ranks among my greatest carnal successes. You were delighted, and you got super hard, and by being so turned on, it got me going and made it so much better for me. No, I’m not going to walk around in a bathing suit all day—but it’s good to see you smile—you goob! I actually have a few plans. First, you could just work at boy’s schools. I know we’d both rather die than go private, so that’s not the best plan. Second, I could just suck you off before school every day, so for at least half the day, you’d be sated. If it got really bad, I could maybe come by at lunch and take care of the problem. The third plan, is a little hard to explain. You know a bit about role-play and you’ve dommed me pretty well in scenes, but I am really a lot better at it than you. I’m glad you agree. I can play any role required. Let’s say this little high school slut starts flirting with you, flashing her panties and tits, smiling and rubbing up on you—and it goes through that freaky decision-making process you have—and you think about fucking her, you stop. You stop and you tell me. I will become her for you. Please work at a school with uniforms—I love those and so will you. I can do all the things with my voice that you can with yours. I can be young, have an accent, stutter, whatever you need to get it out of your system. You are stunned? Flabbergasted! Gobsmacked? Of course I love you, you moron! Now are you coming with me or not? Oh, just to see me in a school uniform?—Pfui! Let’s start a life together. You’d lose that bet! It was going to be your surprise tonight at whatever hotel we stop at. Are you in? Seriously? Good. It’s settled. Let’s go!” Later that night at the Holiday Inn on rt.94 “Ready for your surprise? Tada! Mmm…speechless is good. Red plaid skirt, properly short, and a tight white shirt—I got silk for you. Some black tights and I know how you are about shoes, so some nice ballet flats. I am very excited! You like seeing my erect nipples poking through the shirt? Do you want to touch me? Good. Now, who should I be? Pick a name for me and tell me about her. Oooohhh….keep touching me. The idea that you would never touch me again scared the hell out of me. Ohhhhh… Why are you being so slow with the buttons! You tease! Pinch harder than that. Oooooomf! Yeah I still want a name. “Zoey? Okay I’ll be Zoe. Mmmmm…..keep kissing my neck and chest. “Ah can do that…Ah AH! How is the texture, sugar? Rubbing my pussy, through the stockings feels real good! Ooohhhhhh… What are you? Oh! I love it when you flip me around like a doll. Yes, put your mouth there…Ohh! God! I don’t care about the stockings…tear them, bite them, just get your tongue…….OH! You are soooooooo good at that. Why are you pulling my shoes off? My feet? Do what? Oh….yeah…. I’ll put them around your cock. Oh! You….Mmmmm…you like that? My…ooohhhh….stockinged feet on… mmmmmmm….your cock while you eat me out? Oh wow. I want to get you off now! Stand up, hon. I want to be on my knees. Mr. K, I’ll do anything to sit next to him in class. Can ah suck your cock? Is that good for you? It’s so big, but ah’m a big girl and I can take it! Are you close? Yes, sir. I’ll swallow it all. Am I a good girl? I like it a lot when you say that. . Was this a good surprise? I thought so too. I know I didn’t do the character right, and once we got going, my mind was more on what you were doing to me. I think I need to get her set beforehand. Pictures would be good too. Yes, and sometimes, we could just fuck like normal people. Or maybe outside, or with some other girl…you know, kinky and proud is how I want to be. You agree? Good. That’s the life we’ll have, then!”