I couldn't believe I got threw a whole 4 years of hell. And the funny thing is the career I wanted to take they couldn't teach me. But I still had to learn the ordinary stuff for life.

I was sitting with my "friend" Haley. I she wasn't the best but she help me through college. I plan on never see her again. She kept bugging me about what my future job was going to be. But that was none of her business. I completely change my number and moved on with my life without her.

I was shy around almost everybody. But this is the reason I chose my career. I can be shy all I want and and sexy when I needed to. I was very naive of thing but I was always horny with men who looked like they could dominate me.

I was a submissive. My daddy's baby girl.

I didn't need any training for my career but I still need "experience" for people to hire me. It's like I was born to be this way.

Today I need to go shopping for my usual head space and submissive clothing. I need stuff that was sexy and would match with my milky chocolate skin. I was African American, needed to stay with the style. Because of my genes my skin was as smooth as Micheal Jackson's moves and my hair was just below my butt. I'm never cutting my hair, I might get it trimmed but I'm not cutting it. Ever.

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I was heading to my first class when my little space kicked in. It was learning how to play fair with the other little's and their masters. Sense I didn't have a master I was paired up with my teacher. He was really sexy. But my little space didn't care about that. His behavior didn't seem my "type". I got along with the other little's very well. Mr. Tunic said I got and A.

My next class was being obedient in and outside my head space. This I never have a problem with. I never talked back and I knew how to switch out of my head space when my fake daddy "the teacher" was serious about something. He was very proud of me and gave me a lollipop. He gave me a A+ on my mini assignment.

The rest of my classes were about being a good submissive and pleasing my master. It came natural, we learned how to play with certain toys and how to be quiet doing punishments. It was so easy for me, I didn't know why every one else was crying. After the teacher was done with me he had a huge bulge in his pants. I have to be honest it turn me on.

When class was over and everyone was gone I walked up to the teacher and knelt on my knees show my submission and asking permission to talk. And he granted.

"Master, what's this?" I point at the thing that looks like it was to rip a hole in his pants.

"Well sweets, that's my cock. And it's in a lot of pain right now." He explained. I didn't understand why was it in so much pain.

"Can I help stop the pain Master?" I said caressing it. It felt hard, and my mouth watered with anticipation.

He growled. "I would love that pet."

As he says this I unzip is fly and gentle pull out his cock. It pulses in my hand. I lick the white stuff on the tip.

"Mhmmm" It tasted sweet but with a hint a salt.

I stroked him slowly and took Master deep in my throat.

"Fuuuuck!" He growled while pushing my head deeper. I didn't once gag. It's like I didn't have a gag reflex back there.

"Aahhh fuck I'm cumming baby girl." he groan with his head back.

"Yes, shit just like that." he said pulling my head back. "Now swallow."

Before I got the chance to do as he wished, a bang came from near the door and Master drop to the floor. The sight was too much but I couldn't look away.

"Shhhh..." I heard a manly voice in my ear. "Everything's going to be ok, just sleep." And like commanded, my body fell limp in his arms.