And yet, in the photo, she is naked, marked with the brand of a slave...boldly staring, with an intensity yet calmness, no distress showing. An expres...sion that can only be described as a sense of self, of pride.As my mind is wandering, I hear the sound of a door knob turning. The door to my room is being opened and I feel the air change around me, curtains swishing and candles crackling in the draught.I am taken aback, feeling vulnerable, but remember my training and lengthen my spine,. Even in its most extreme (no limits) form, the female likely is pushing only as far as she thinks her “client” wants it to go – ever mindful of filling the role the sub has signed up for. In real life, I think the dynamics of a woman put into absolute control over a man would play out completely different. It’s safe to assume that no two women would react the same way, but I think it’s pretty intuitive to assume that none of the typical male fantasies would be part of the agenda unless they. I shook my head. "No," I told him. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry my hands. "Actually, I was thinking..." I felt both his hands on either side of my waist and stopped talking. He slowly turned me around so I was facing him. His face was inches away from mine. "Thinking what?" he asked me with a small smile. I took a deep breath. Just having him this close to me while remembering last night was enough to make my mind swirl. "You know what I want," I said. I looked up. "Biting her lips she opened her blouse and displayed her breasts. His hand snaked out and hit both her breasts twice, forehand, backhand. Her skin was burning and tears shot into her eyes."Next times you won't get off so easily, bitch. Now I haven't got all day. What do you want?" Annd tried to collect her thoughts. Someone might be passing by outside any second and see her kneeling with her breasts in full view. But she did not dare rise from her knees."Please, Mr Morris, can't we talk about.