Once upon a time, in a class-room of absolute twats and bell-lovers, there were two people. I myself do not know their gender so I shan't comment upon it, they were Tobias and Sophie, Master and Slave. Neither of them despised their role with each other. They were both deeply attracted to each other. The Masochistic Sophie begged every lesson next to the great Master Toby, she wanted a punch on the arm. Such pain would bring pleasure. Ah- How she loved the bruises, she loved to suffer and to see the Toby lean over her like a famous land-mark. Toby was her everything, she loved him so very much, she loved the way he gripped her bum, the way he walked, and the way his nose leaked blood all over her. Sophie stayed awake all night long, she always though "Ah- T-toby, why do I sleep at all when my reality with you is better than my dreams..."
Sophie was obsessed with the great Toby, and Toby with her. Every night he peered through his binoculars in return, longing for where his darling sophie was. He didn't just use her as a punching bag, for she was way more than a tool to toby. It's like your favorite pair of socks with Mr Bell on. Once you have it, nothing else will ever compare. Not even a galaxy of socks. Well, Sophie, she was Toby's favorite sock. His Mr Bell sock. Ah- How much Sophie meant to him. It was a shame when she actually turned into a sock though...
