Asked Juri what exactly she wanted from him... Apparently that wasn't what she wanted as she soon frowned.
"So many options, Greg and you went and picked the safest option. The most obvious cowardly option, sooo freaking predictable."
Greg was confused, what was wrong with what he asked? She loved her control and he had given it to her.
"You could've done something as harmless as just kiss the bottoms of my shoes but making me do the thinking is gonna cost you, Greggy. C'mon now spitball some ideas for me."
"...I... don't know what you want from me Juri. That's... why I asked you so I'd kno---"
Ptooh!
Out of nowhere to his surprise. Juri spat in his face. The spittle running down the bridge of his nose, in public... in front of everyone to see. Their was no crowd but their was a few students opening up their lockers in the distance. Greg went to wipe the spit from his nose.
"Don't you dare, bitch..." Juri grabbed his hand and returned it to his side.
"I gave you the opportunity for you to use your brain and decide a way to entertain me not once but twice. You asked me what I wanted, right? Go ask our teach something about our homework or something with my spit across that face of yours." Greg waited for Juri to reconsider, when it was apparent she wouldn't he began his walk back to the classroom.
Greg opened up the door. "Mr. Parker... about question number 4 on today's assignment."
"What about it Greg?" The teacher asked as he turned around.
"You... have a little." The teacher rubbed his nose.
As if he didn't realize what was currently dripping down his nose... "I-It's fine sir... the question?"
"...Right."
Greg did as told, Improvised the pointless conversation and got out of there with his face to the ground hiding it from the other students that were walking the halls until he got back to Juri.
"Wish I coulda seen the look on the old ass mans face." Juri laughed out loud then whipped some of the spit off of Gregs face and wiped it on his shirt.
Seeing the look of shame on Gregs face, Juri then grabbed him by his collar and slammed him into the lockers. She let go and punched the locker right beside the right of his ear.
Juri whispered into his ear. "Think about what I coulda made you do."
"Juri... I did what you asked."
"You have servitude that's for damn sure and I appreciate that I didn't need to break you... You were already broken. Already submissive but you see, again, my conversation with the girls made me realize... There's so much I've missed out on because of it. So much fun, so many opportunities. You're my bitch correct?" Juri leaned outwards so that Greg could look her in the eyes.
"...Yes, Juri."
"You see! So quick, so submissive. It's getting so damn boring... So I think it's time to spice things up just a bit. You're my bitch but the thing is... I'm kind of a bitch too." ...Greg had noticed.
Juri grabbed a handful of Greg's hair and then said. "See you tomorrow."
Greg damned those girls. The reason he was so submissive was to avoid this but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered...
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