Chapter 5

(28 minutes ago)

Madison: hey taylor! Im sorry for being so slutty earlier, i just needed you idk why lol

Madison: but it was great, id love to do it again if you want?

Madison: my parents are going to vegas this weekend if u wanted to cum over like you said. We could b rly naughty ;)

(18 minutes ago)

Madison: did i say something rong? I really am gonna get them to stop i promise. I kno it wont make it better i was so awful to you and i dont deserve to be forgiven but i WILL make them stop no matter what

(15 minute ago)

Madison: just dont ignore me please? I felt something today and i think you did too and i dont want to lose that. Ill do anything to make it up to you i swear. Anything. Please. Even if you still hate me thats ok i deserve it, just let me keep trying to fix it and youll see how sorry i am.

Taylor had been ignoring Madison's messages for almost half an hour now, the little pop-up window on her laptop blinking insistently every few seconds. The rest of her screen was filled by a blank page in a text editor, so that she could compose her message without Madison realizing that she was typing.

It was one step forward, two steps back, or maybe the other way around. Whatever. It sucked. She had let loose and enjoyed herself for one day, not even a whole day, just a lunch period, and now she had to keep track of all the moving parts for the rest of forever.

She really had enjoyed her time with Madison. That was undeniable. If it wouldn't put the rest of her life in danger, she would take more and more and more of that.

But what if her power stopped working, or another student found out, or what if an adult found out what she had done to that poor girl Or if something else went wrong, something she couldn't even anticipate, and poof her life could be over in a matter of seconds - what then?

Well, there was one person she could talk to.

Taylor: Hey. Sorry for the late reply - honestly, I've just been trying to figure out what to say and what to feel. I really enjoyed what we did today and I'd love to explore that a little more. I'm just worried that something might get out, or something like that, and it might be really dangerous for both of us going forward. I'm also afraid that if we go too far, I'll end up fucking things up? Like, I've never done this before, and I don't know what the limits are supposed to be, and even right now I don't know how I'm supposed to act with you or talk about it or anything. Does that make sense? Anyway, I don't want you to feel like I'm ignoring you or anything, but I just don't know what to think and I'm scared.

The reply was quick:

Madison: Oh! I can answer some of that right now. Like, ive never done this before either, but ive read about it, so i kno some stuff. Like obvs im the submissive and ur the dominant, so youre in charge of me when we fuck, and i let you be in charge of me, and thats rly hot? So like when u made me eat you out and not touch myself, i was rly horny and i wanted to get off, but it was still super sexy bc i *let* you be in charge and you said no touching, so i just had to obey you no matter what. And i like it when you grab me and push me and make it so i cant breathe and make me lick ur asshole and everything, and i def want you to tie me up/hit me/whatever stuff thats more violent as long as it doesnt leave an obvious mark, so you can do basically anything with me as long as its not dangerous/gross. Actually im super dirty and i like some gross stuff too so if you just ask ill probably say yes

Madison: but when were not fucking i want to be more like friends? Like some people do the 24/7 slave thing where the sub is just at ur becken call all the time and theyre always living as an object for u, and idk if im ready for that? Maybe more of a shy obedient gf who loves you more than anything in the world lol

Madison: but if you want to id try the slave thing! Bc like i dont super want you to just insult me and not make it sexy at all, but ur so fuckn hot that it would probs be sexy anyway, and n e ways ive been a evil bitch and if u want to put me in my place i literally deserve it, and i was serious fr about doing anything to try to make it up to u, so if you want to just own me all the time ill make it work for u

Madison: really you don't have to worry about anything. Even if you make a lot of big mistakes, i'll forgive you 100% no questions asked every time, just so that i can keep being your little slut like you said. Yyou were so perfect today that im still soaking my panties just thinking about you, even though you've never dommed before.

Madison: and im so sorry we made you scared, ur strong and powerful and dominant and u deserve so much better. Ill protect u from anything, ill be ur little guard dog bitch and nobody will ever get to hurt you again. and if they do theyll be sorry, i know im weak but i can make them sorry, u you never have to be scared of anything ever again because ill never let anything hurt my mistress no matter what.

Madison: sorry is that too much? im so pathetic and desperate and we've only fucked once, i kno this is a bit clingy of me, if im going to far just ask me and ill tone it down asap.

It was desperate, and it was pathetic. But what Taylor picked up on, more than anything, was the anxiety and the earnestness of this stream-of-consciousness reply, and she knew exactly what to do about that.

Taylor: alright, i have a better idea of what i want now. Send me a pic, whore.

Madison: yes mistress!

Within another minute, Taylor had an image in her messenger inbox. Opening it, she saw her cute little Madison kneeling down on a bed, her teeth clenched around the hem of a sweatshirt to expose her tiny tits underneath. Her strapless bra was flipped down, hanging loose around her torso, and she had shed the bottom half of her outfit completely, leaving a neatly-trimmed pussy visible at the bottom of the frame. Studying her face, Taylor saw a fiercely happy smile contrasting with little streaks of makeup flowing down from Madison's eyes, as if the girl had been crying recently.

Madison: is my body good enough mistress? i cant make my tits bigger for u while im still living with my parents, but i'll do everything i can to be perfect for you. I can shave my pussy if you want. and were not exclusive if you dont want us to be, if you want to fuck someone else i promise i wont get jealous, ill probably just think its hot that you get pussy so easy

Madison: or dick! I dont like men but i like thinking about you with men. Or maybe i just like thinking about u. Fuck im such a dyke lol.

Taylor: you're very cute, my slut. I think i'd like you with a smooth pussy, so shave it before the weekend for me. In the meantime we probably shouldn't fuck at school, and i want you horny for when i come over, so no cumming until then. I'll do my best to tease you at school so you don't go crazy. Tell me if there's anything important we need to talk about, i'll text you if get horny and want you more than porn. What's your phone #? Typing on a laptop is inconvenient.

Despite some real complications, it felt like a good day. Taylor had explored her powers, gotten a date, and she had made it another day without being arrested for Master assault of a Ward. Not to mention her new, shiny, slavishly-devoted little pet. Not that that wasn't another landmine in itself, but Taylor was making quick progress with her control over her power, and if she couldn't handle this situation then she was fucked anyway.

The next couple of days were comparatively boring, despite being objectively some of the most exciting days of Taylor's life. She was exercising her power constantly on the surrounding student body, making minor quality-of-life improvements and pushing boundaries when she thought she could get away with it. She stayed away from Emma, Sophia, and the inner circles of the Bitch Ring; Madison was hers, but the others were too risky to twist around just yet. Besides, Madison had promised to keep her safe, and Taylor got the feeling that she was serious about that.

Of course, that left plenty of targets within the rest of the school. With just a little bit of practice, Taylor was able to project her thoughts without even using a key phrase, although it required quite a bit of concentration. She got better at covering her tracks as well, until it was second nature. She had fun playing with the student body, making little changes, smoothing over bumps and optimizing things.

OK, so she wasn't always working purely for the good of the world. She made some selfish changes in people closer to her. Greg Veder learned what would happen to him if he blabbed about her camming, an issue which worried her more than was probably reasonable. At this point, if her secret got out, she could probably do a bit of damage control, and she was optimistic about her odds in a fight if the gangs made any trouble.

She had some baser fun as well. She couldn't fuck Madison at will, and the petite girl was hard to get alone, but with some well-timed texts she was occasionally able to steal a kiss or feel up the smaller girl. On Thursday, due to an excellent bit of planning, she was able to pull Madison aside into an abandoned hallway between class periods and shove her hand down the little slut's skirt, palming her newly-bald cunt and twiddling her clit. Taylor rewarded the girl's obedience with a wet, searing, tongue-filled kiss, then held Madison's mouth open and let their combined spit spill down her slut's throat. Madison let slip that she was edging every night thinking of Taylor, desperate for release, but it seemed like even more fun to leave Madison stewing in her hormones for a bit, and besides, the bitch had to learn the consequences of her own actions. She hadn't been forced to edge, after all.

That night was Taylor's first date. She ended up asking Madison for makeup advice - her power would have been a more than adequate substitute, but she wanted to look pretty, not just seem pretty, regardless of whether or not there was a real difference. At 5:45 p.m. sharp, Jake swung by her house in a baby blue sedan, and a tiny, miniscule use of her power was enough to convince Dad not to set a curfew, although she didn't expect to need the extra time.

"All right, off to dinner!" Jake's tone was light and happy as Taylor buckled into the passenger seat. "I didn't want to say it in front of your dad, but you look absolutely stunning." Taylor smiled.

"You don't look bad yourself. What's for dinner?"

"I got us reservations at La Cucina, maybe a bit much for a first date but I think that you're worth it. Uh, I mean, not that I'm trying to impress you by flashing money or anything, I'm not trying to buy you, it's just that - "

"Sshhh, it's OK," Taylor said through a laugh. "I like that you like me, and I like that you're trying to be tactful. And I like your body, too, so you don't have to be nervous about impressing me."

The dinner was nice, perfectly enjoyable, the food was lovely and the conversation light and . . .

Fuck it.

The dinner was dull. Jake was a perfect gentleman, and hot as ever, but Taylor found himself turning to his deep blue eyes as an escape from the conversation more than once. Despite everything, despite everything, there was no spark worth mentioning.

An hour passed, Jake paid the check, and they made their way back to the car. As he sat down, Taylor saw Jake hesitate for a fraction of a second, his hand jolting towards his shirt, and she made a couple of guesses.

One, Jake probably wasn't used to bad dates. It wasn't like he was bad at dating, just bad at dating her. She was sure that plenty of girls at Winslow would have gone head-over-heels for his even conversational tone, his cleverness, even his occasionally-overlong sports talk.

Two, he probably wasn't used to going home frustrated, even when the date went badly. Jake was used to dating cheerleaders and wannabe it-girls, not plain, socially-isolated geeks. Of course, given that she was a literal pornstar, Taylor didn't have any right to judge those girls for putting out. Hell, she had never judged them anyway, so long as they weren't using guys like Jake to cement their own social status. Jake was hot and popular, and anybody interested in him knew what they were competing with.

Three, he was probably horny. The evidence for this was that he was a high school guy on a date with somebody who, in his mind, was incredibly attractive.

And hell, Taylor was horny as well. She hadn't had sex since Tuesday. Granted, that was her first time ever having sex, but she hadn't masturbated yesterday either. Granted, she had gone weeks at a time without touching herself before the accident. God, camming had made her into such a fucking maniac. Or maybe it was just years of pent-up sexual energy, suppressed by her suddenly-vanished depression. Fuck, did it matter? Pussy need cock. It's not that complicated, Taylor, you're allowed to be horny. Focus.

With a slight sigh, Jake moved to start the car, but Taylor's hand on his stopped him.

"Hey, I don't need to be home just yet, do I?" Taylor's voice was calm but she wasn't. She knew what she was doing doing, that is to say, she knew what she wanted, but she also had no fucking clue what she was doing oh God how do you flirt, this is what you have mind control powers for you dumb bitch, oh fuck how do I -

"I'm . . . what? I mean, I guess not?" Taylor's catastrophizing was cut off by a confused voice. Okay, steady, breathe. You can do this.

"I was just thinking, um." No, don't get nervous, you'll wimp out if you get nervous. "I was just thinking, maybe instead of putting the key in the ignition you could put your key in my ignition, you know?" what the FUCK you traitor fucking lips, that's a fucking pun in my book, how the fuck did a sex pun get through my mouth without being stopped somewhere I demand an apology from myself and my brain must resign -

"Oh . . . OH! Um, yes, definitely, yeah. I mean, not here, we'll find somewhere else and I'll park, um, but yeah, that would be good. Great. Awesome, really."

That worked? Hell yes, I am a goddess, a queen of book words, my seduction keeps the world turning, maybe next I'll turn Alexandria around my little finger with nothing less than my spontaneous poetry.

Jake drove like a madman, eventually settling in an empty grocery-store parking lot. As soon as the car was parked his seatbelt was undone, his shirt came off, his pants came off, his cock pressed through tight white cotton undies to make an imposing bulge. Taylor rubbed his chest with a hand and pressed herself up against his body, making herself small in front of him.

"Mmm, do you want to push me up against the seats?" Her deft hand pulled his waistband down, and a nice, thick cock flopped out. "You're so big and strong, I bet you could really push a girl around." She played to him much like Madison had played to her earlier in the week, making herself his prey, his target. She was the quarry and he was the hunter, exerting his will over her.

"Um, yeah." Another moment of hesitation. "Yeah, I probably could. If you want me to, I will! Um." Jake grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him before helping her into the back seat, where there was at least enough space to lay down. Still, something bothered Taylor.

"Oh, you don't have to be pushy if you don't want to! I just know that a lot of guys like dominating girls, so I thought I'd be obedient for you, but I'll do whatever makes you happy."

"Can you - um, if you'd like, could you be in charge? I mean, like, push me, hit me, tell me what to do, make fun of me, stuff like that. Only if you want to, though! I mean, normally I just have girls ride me while I'm lying down, that's more than enough, I don't want to make you feel like you're responsible for me or anything."

"No, no, I get it. I can do that for you." With a smile, Taylor pressed gently on Jake's chest, until his back was flat against the seat. "Do what I say and I promise you'll get what you need, OK? Does that sound like something you can do?"

"Yes, I - hey!" Jake found himself cut off by a light slap across the face, more to get his attention than anything.

"No talking until I say so. I won't ask you any complicated questions, so you'll only need yes or no, and you can do that without talking. Do you understand?" A nod. "Great. Let's get started."

Taylor unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her panties exposed. Pressing against Jake a little harder than necessary, she mounted him and pushed back, trapping his hard, helpless cock against the crease of her ass. He bucked his hips weakly at her touch, and she giggled at the light contact.

"Jake, do you watch porn?" Yes. "Straight porn? You know, the kind where some guy with a huge dick and no face pounds away at this tiny little teenager while she screams?" Yes. Taylor rewarded his honestly with a slight shift of her hips, his dick rolling underneath her. "I watch that porn too, Jake, it's really hot. I just love watching those sluts get railed. I wish I was there sometimes, getting used by a real man." She grabbed him by the chin and leaned in. "But you're not a real man, are you? Everyone thinks you're so strong, so handsome, so sexy, it must be so much pressure. Greg Veder doesn't have to be a real man, but you do. It must be so hard to pretend to be something you're not."

Taylor slapped him across the face, harder this time, and he turned his face back to her with a whimper and a pleading look in his eye.

"No, you're not a man at all. You're just a little bitch, my little bitch, and you want to get treated like one." Yes. "You couldn't tell anybody else, could you? You were too afraid that they'd judge you." Yes. "But you had to tell me, because I know exactly what to do with bitches like you. You couldn't possibly deny me the truth." Yes.

"You know what I notice about that porn you love so much, Jake?" No. "I notice that in those videos, the bitches never talk. When their mouths aren't stuffed, they're either grunting or moaning. Got it? Can you grunt and moan for me?" Yes.

Taylor pulled his pliable jaw down with her pointer finger and pushed it into his mouth. Obediently, he started sucking. He easily accommodated a middle finger as well, his lips pursed as Taylor pushed her digits in and out of his mouth, down to the second knuckle. She popped her fingers out of his mouth and into her own, shaking her ass for him as she did so. On cue, Jake let out a bright, open, pathetic moan, humping her weakly from below.

She felt her pussy wet at the sound and touch. Still, that couldn't be allowed. She wiped her spit-covered hand over his face, then slapped him twice more with the same hand. Slapping was fun, she quite enjoyed it.

"No, bad little bitch. I'm in charge here, understand? When I grind my butt against your dick through my panties, it's a gift, not an invitation to start humping. Do you understand?" Yes. "Good. Unfortunately, your disobedience got me wet. You're going to have to clean me up. Do you understand?" Before he had a chance to respond, Taylor pulled her panties down to her legs and shifted her body forward, pressing her sex against Jake's closed lips. Leaning forward, she set her weight down on his face, smothering him completely and trapping him in place with her legs. "Lick, bitch."

He did, and immediately Taylor felt a relief for an ache that she hadn't realized was there. Jake was good at eating pussy, and as his deft tongue tickled her folds, she let out a moan of her own. He penetrated her gently, wet muscle brushing up against the rough patch on her upper wall, and she bucked her hips into his chin, causing him to grunt with surprise. From there, he alternated between licking her pussylips, walls, and occasionally giving a gentle nudge to her swollen clit, just peeking out from under its hood. She felt a cool breeze against her skin as he inhaled through his nose, ensuring constant contact with her dominant pussy. Her grunts and moans created a symphony against his, and glancing back, she saw his dick standing at attention, untouched and unheeded, as he worshipped her cunt.

Eventually Taylor decided to try something different. Cradling his head from behind with one hand, she held him in place and started bucking her hips up against him, grinding on his eager-to-serve mouth as he licked and sucked and writhed underneath her. It wasn't as pleasurable as before, but it was more fun, breaking Jake's face in like she might a new pillow and forcing him to obey her will. He panted slightly whenever she pulled away, his breathing made unsteady by this new attack. As a finale, she pressed his face as hard as she could against her pussy, depriving him of breath and forcing his tongue as deep inside her as it would go. His nose mashed up against her clit, and she bucked against his face to stimulate it a few times before letting go.

"That wasn't bad, bitch. It's good that you know how to properly worship your superiors. As a reward, I think I'll let you use words. What do you say, bitch?"

"Thank you!," he said breathily. "Thank you for letting me worship you."

"Mmm, good boy. Let's try something new, shall we?" She pushed her body parallel to his, readjusting his dick so that it stood vertical against her pussy as she lay on top of him, tantalizingly close to her without letting him enter. Shifting forward a bit and letting his dick fall flat against his abs again, she smothered his face with her boobs, rolling her chest around on his face to emphasize the effect. She didn't have the biggest tits in the world, but it was enough to take his breath away. Of course, it didn't do much for her physically, but she knew that he would enjoy being forced to motorboat her. Besides, it was the sort of inherently sexy act that got her mind going anyway, and since she was in charge, she knew that she would get release in the end. This self-teasing would only make it more sweet for the both of them.

She sat up on top of him, letting him catch his breath. "You like those tits? You like how these fucking tits own your face?" Yes. "Say it. Say you love being owned by my tits."

"Yes, yes, I love being owned by your perfect tits. I love belonging to your tits." He had a wild look in his eye, at once eager and repentant, completely ready to obey.

"Well, you've been good for me, so I think you deserve a little reward." Taylor jumped down to the walkway below the seats, kneeling down to be on eye level with Jake's dick. With a gentle hand, she grabbed him at the base and started stroking, only making contact with a few fingers. It was still enough. After the first stroke, Jake let out another long, low, pathetic moan, his face drowning in pleasure. "See, Jake, it wasn't so hard to be a good bitch for me, was it? It was easy, right? It's so much easier to be honest with yourself." Small, gentle, inexperienced strokes. Still, it seemed like it was more than enough for Jake.

"Um, Taylor?"

"Yes, bitch?" She played unhappy at being interrupted, but stopped stroking as she waited for his response.

"Could you . . . um, could you humiliate me? For having a tiny penis?"

What?

"Jake, you don't have a tiny penis. It's probably bigger than average, actually. Why - "

"I, um, I don't know, I just want it. It's like, men have big dicks, and I'm not a man for you. Or something like that? I don't know, it's stupid, it's weird, I just thought - "

"Sshhhh, Jake, it's not stupid. You're allowed to want things. You're allowed to want weird things. We already got this far, didn't we?" Taylor gave Jake a small, reassuring smile, then resumed her pumping.

"You like how I play with your tiny little dick?" Jake whimpered at her touch and nodded. "Mmm, it's so fucking pathetic, I was thinking of letting you fuck me but I don't think I'd even feel it. What a waste of a fucking cock. Hell, it's not even really a cock, is it?" Jake nodded vigorously. "Cocks are for fucking girls. You watch porn, you know this, cocks are supposed fucking stretch us open, make us scream. This isn't a cock. This isn't anything at all. Fitting for a little bitch like you, isn't it?" More nods, a groan. She dropped her hands down to his balls, squeezing gently. "Squirm for me, bitch."

He obliged, wriggling his butt back and forth against the seat, all the while chased by the light pressure on his testicles.

"That's fucking right, squirm while I squeeze your useless dicklet." She let go and stood up, preparing to mount him like before. "It's a shame, I really wanted to get fucked tonight, but this won't do at all. Nothing to be done about it, though." She pulled her panties off and stuffed his mouth with them, reducing him to mere pitch, then situated her pussy against his dick, rubbing her lips up against his shaft. "It's a shame, really, but I think I'll have to cum like this. Since you've been an obedient little bitch for me, I think I'll let you cum too." His face twitched at that, but with his mouth stuffed with cotton underwear, he couldn't really say much. "I'm going to hump your dick and touch myself, OK? You can cum whenever you'd like, but this is about my pleasure, and I'm going to keep going until I cum. Don't expect me to give you any breaks to recover, yeah?" He nodded, and with that she began rubbing her cunt up and down his length, the outer skin of his shaft providing just a hint of stimulation against her lips. She threw her head back and put one hand to her pussy, deftly fingering herself as she had on camera several times in the last week. Her other hand grabbed one of Jake's hands, which was clenched into a fist as he tried desperately to hold still, knowing that if he took the initiative and started humping back, he would be punished.

"MMm, this isn't so bad. You're lucky that I jill off a lot, otherwise there's no way in hell your tiny little clit-cock could help get me off." He grunted and threw his head back, which accomplished little besides angling his chin upward. Seeing this, Taylor put her free hand to his mouth, removing her spit-covered panties and setting them gently on his chest. She leaned down against him, pressing her clit directly against his length, and started gently licking at his lips. As soon as his head went back into position, she bit his lower lip and pulled back, forcing his head forward as he yelped in pain. A free hand pinned his throat down as she sat back up and resumed her pistoning.

"I'm going to slap you now, bitch. It's not because you've done anything wrong, it's just because I like slapping pathetic bitches like you. Do you understand?" He nodded enthusiastically, and she hit him three more times, leaving the faintest pink mark on his cheek. From there, she closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and started playing with her nipples, putting on a show and stimulating herself further. Her moans apparently spurred on Jake, who started groaning weakly as his cock pulsed against her. Looking down, she saw his white, milky cum splattered against his belly.

With a curious finger, she scooped up some of the stuff and tasted it. It didn't quite fit with her play here, but if she was going to be a full-time pornstar, Taylor would have to learn how to eat cum. It wasn't bad, surprisingly. Not good, either. Just thick and salty and a touch sour.

"You made such a mess! We'll have to clean this up," said Taylor. Her next fingerful of cum went to Jake, who eagerly licked it off her finger, his lust overcoming his disgust. That obedience, combined with the stimulation of his still-pulsing cock and her own finger-work, was enough to push Taylor over the edge, and she steadied herself by grabbing at Jake's hair as orgasm took her. Finally, she came down and gently lapped up Jake's cum with her tongue, knowing that he probably wouldn't be as into eating it now that his lust had passed. Her wet panties came off his chest and were placed gingerly in her jacket-pocket, and she re-did her skirt. She looked no worse for wear, discounting the wild hair, drool-infused chin, and thick sheen of sweat. Jake couldn't quite say the same, his face slightly pink and his abs covered in spit, sweat and residual cum. With a hand, Taylor scooped the small globs of semen off his dick and into her mouth, hopefully making it easier for him to clean up after himself, and after a few moments he started re-dressing himself.

The drive to Taylor's home was surprisingly quiet. After that session, there wasn't much to talk about. Jake pulled up alongside Taylor's house and unlocked the door.

"Um, Jake? I have to be honest about something." Taylor steeled herself against what she was about to say. "I really enjoyed, um, that, but I don't think we clicked date-wise. Like, you're nice and all, no complaints whatsoever, but . . . I don't know. I've never really been on a date before. Was that a good one? Are they all like that?"

"No, you're right," he admitted. "The sex was great, the date was not. Not your fault, of course. I, um, I was really surprised when you came onto me, to be honest. I don't blame you, you know, just didn't really expect it." She nodded and began stepping out of the car.

"Oh, um, before you go, I know it sounds dumb but I feel like I have to say it. I, um, I'm not like that, you know? Like, I enjoyed it, I had fun, but I'm not . . . it's just sex, okay? I don't know why, don't even know why it matters, I just don't want you to get the wrong impression about me." Jake seemed to have trouble forming words, let alone whole sentences.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Nobody gets to choose what they're into. That doesn't define you at all, and I know it can be hard to make peace with yourself in this sort of situation, but it's easier if you remember that truth. And besides, sometimes people are into different things at different times! Like, the sex was good. I'd be up for a repeat engagement sometime. And if you're ever feeling particularly dominant, maybe you can call me up and we can get even?"

Taylor wasn't quite sure what she was saying. It felt like a series of empty platitudes, half-remembered from kink blogs online. That's what it was, really. But at the same time, she knew it was true. After all, Taylor had had no sexual experience at all a month ago, and up until Tuesday her only experience had been playing the submissive schoolgirl slut online. Without Madison to tease, without Jake to dominate, she may well have ended up stuck in a rut, ashamed of her submissive tendencies and using them as a scapegoat for her real-world failings. She had certainly planted the seeds, wallowing in submission without confronting her fears.

"Heh, maybe someday. Thanks for listening to me. It's dumb but it matters to me for some reason. Sorry."

"If it matters to you, it's not dumb. Thanks for a great night." With a quick, sincere smile, Taylor hopped out of the car and waved as Jake drove away. By some grace, she found that her dad had retired early for the night, giving her the chance to shower and wash her dirty clothes without confronting him. If he had somehow found the spit-panties, she probably would have died of embarrassment.

Somehow, she wasn't quite ready to sleep. She wanted to talk to somebody. Somebody she could trust. Okay, she wanted to talk to Madison. It was her first date! She put out on the first date! Not just the first date with Jake, her first date ever. And god, she had enjoyed domming a man, even if it was a bit weird in places.

But, of course, Madison was asleep, and while it was perfectly possible that Madison would wake in an instant to serve her mistress's needs, Taylor didn't really think that would be fair to the poor girl. Instead, she let her restlessness drain into the mattress for the night.

A/N: Back! Late. Had most of this done for quite a while, but then I got really sad. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Never written F/m before, not normally my thing, but this one feels pretty hot to me and I'm happy with how it turned out. Although this fic about sub!Taylor had only included dom!Taylor scenes, hmm. Stay home, stay safe, read smut.