Notes

Unlike Zainab, Ma'am Zuba'a was not a timid delicate woman. Although I always thought it was kinky to see the bad side of the good girl, to suffer and scream and beg by the legs of my strong, dominant teacher was one of the best experiences of my life. As she wrapped her legs around my throat, I could see such carelessness on her face.
Her merciless thighs felt like solid rocks against my soft neck. I could hear few pop sounds from my neck whenever she would put some pressure without even trying... and when she really tried to dominate me, i would instantly tap out.
A few taps later, she held me in a straight scissor and didnt even let go till it was lights out for me. As i woke up in her arms, she cuddled me back to reality and instantly put me in a reverse scissor. Her round, white, soft yet hard and extremely warm and comfortable thighs would instantly become death dealers.
She handcuffed me and put me in a side reverse lock with a very good grip. As i would scream "Ma'am please bas kar dain" in a broken voice, she couldn't care less and eventually put me to deep sleep.
Woke up and it was just a fantasy inside my head. There wasn't anyone there. Just me and my loneliness. That itself is more fulfilling than actually being dominated by her as this would be actual violation for me. To not even be teased and squeezed by her.
I want humiliation? Not being humiliated is the actual humiliation.