He looked down at me and said 'Don't worry, we're almost done with you'. But then he smiled and said, 'But before you feel too great, the worst is yet... to come.'My mind frantically tried to even imagine what could possibly be worse than what had already happened to me. He leaned over me with the marker and began to write something across my chin, the only open spot on my face. And when he put the mirror in front of me I truly shuddered in horror - he'd written 'SHIT EATER' across my chin.He then. What I care about is you being able to completely alter your state of mind for a period of time, to not be a person but an object whose specific function is to please me. And in return I will reward your submissiveness with incredible pleasure. If you’re the kind of girl who is into it, there is simply nothing hotter.Jenny was snapped out of her little reverie by the feeling of John’s strong hand grasping her arm.“Walk to the chair.”“Yes, sir,” Jenny replied, naturally.She walked over into the. He wasn't near done with his coffee, but he put it down for a moment so he could take my teacup and set it on the table. Then he got out a different gag, an open-mouth style with rubber-coated bars that set behind my teeth. It made for a lot of drool, but it was actually more comfortable than the ball gag. There were half a dozen buckles to adjust, so it took him a minute to strap it all securely to my head. When he was done with that, he pushed my arms up so that my elbows were above my head. Sam was devastated. He thought the worst even though Janet did not say it was over definitively. He sat on the couch and stared at the blank TV screen for an hour. He finally got up and went to bed without eating. The next week was torture. He had not seen or heard from Janet since their last conversation. He had left voicemails and sent e-mails with no response. He knew it was time to move on. When he got home, there was a letter taped to his door. He recognized the handwriting as Janet’s. He.