He put my tag on her.“And that tall blonde. What’s wrong with her?”‘Probably uncooperative,” he said tagging her.A group of five walked past..., hands roped behind them. The captain smiled. “Birthday party, the colonel’s boy’s sixteen. None of them with survive it. See that big bunch over there getting in the bus, targets, that’s what they are. Going to archery in the plaza for some visiting big shot.”We walked on and I tried not to think about bows and arrows, especially the arrows.I lifted a. What was happening was that my mother was calling for me. I pulled up my pants upon hearing her voice and quickly walked over to the loft window and took a look out. For a moment I wondered if I was going to get a scolding. The thought just flashed through my mind for a second. What male does think that when they hear their mother screaming their name. I guess we all have a guilty conscience, and I had been doing something that under normal circumstances would have been wrong. Fortunately, the. ”“You’re not the only one. Let me see that elevator terminal.” I pulled up the entries on it. “Hmm ... mass uprising of the robotic janitorial staff? Central Control ... automated lockdown ... Ah, here we go, a failsafe ... three Class-II supervisors. Well, I don’t have that, but let’s see what one RobCo Level Five password does.”Nothing happened. “Really? How about a RobCo Level Six password and command override?” Nothing happened. “Okay, now you’re just pissing me off. Let me see the source. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our unique situation. I am married, but take my commands from my Dom. He decides when and how I fuck my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task in story form...for what I thought was my Dom's eyes only. His next instructions were for me to post it. I do what I'm told. Enjoy! I woke up in a fog, not sure of the time...still dark out so I'm tempted to.