I didn’t doubt for a minute that he would have raped me, and probably more if he could have. I didn’t believe for a second that he had any intenti...on of letting me live through the ordeal of being his captive.His eastern European looks weren’t ugly to me, and I judged him to be in his early thirties. He’d probably done fine with the ladies, without having to rape them. However, some people have weird quirks, as I had learnt.His body suggested he had been fit and his rounds were the most accurate. The puppy stopped immediately. Master bought him right away. Over the next several months my Master trained the puppy. I however was not allowed to do anything that might make me seem dominant to the dog. Master named him Buster after a dog I had had years before. I spent as much time as possible on my hands and knees nude. If Buster wanted to sniff my ass or cunt I was not allowed to push him away. In fact I was to put my head to the floor and raise my ass in the usual submissive bitch. I loved my sanctuary, my escape from the world. But now ... Now it feels empty and I feel alone." I'm sorry, Molly." Why?" You mean why do you feel this way or why am I sorry?" I know why I feel this way." That's why I'm sorry." Do you meditate Joseph?" I strum my guitar to relax. It helps empty my mind." That might be a bit noisy." You chant or something?" I hum. I guess that's noisy too. But it reverberates my body and guides my mind away from its busy preoccupations. I need to quiet my mind. She replies, she would understand if I didn't want to chat anymore. I reply, no worries and that I have fascination for tgirls. We chatted for about the next month or so before we exchange emails and sent a few pictures. In no time she sends a few of herself in sexy clothes and lingerie. One day I asked for a couple nude pictures but she replies, you first. A few days later I took a few pictures and sent them. I didn't hear from her for a couple of days but when i did, her email had an.