Each step she took was a nightmare. It seemed like an eternity until she reached our class. She sat down and took me and the tape off her shoe. How was the ride little guy? she asked. Why are you so mean to me? I asked. Aww she said. I'm sorry. I won't put you on my shoe again if you didn't like it she said. I just thought it would be fun for a little slave like you to have some fun on my heels...you do want to be my slave right? she asked. I didn't know the answer. Part of me wanted to be her slave actually so I said yes I do. Good she said. If your a good slave I'll be a good mistress. Deal. I said smiling. She then placed me next to the little desk on the left top corner of her desk and I took my seat. The class was about to begin. Which class is it?
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