"Once Mark explained to me whatyou were and how you actually got excited when we sexually andemotionally humiliated you, I became hooked on exploring ...my emerging,dominant nature and making you do what you were told. And what was soamazing was how easily you obeyed me and did exactly what I saidwithout resisting," she told me, the enthusiasm in her voice genuineand it was clear she did truly enjoy it when she would dominate andcontrol me years ago before they moved away. "You were always. And I’m thinking of making her my chatelaine.’ Then she went away. Chatelaine? My mother used to have one but she sold it during a bad patch. It was made of silver with scissors and stuff, and it was heavy. Maybe he means he likes me with my legs open? I like him that way, anyway. Well. But I know his name now. I never knew anybody called Molineux before. It sounds expensive. When we’d finished our meal he accompanied me to my room. He came along to the bathroom and listened while I relieved. I had strange dreams about that car coming at me, during which I tried again to see the driver's face, but it was just too dark. Then I had the strangest dream that I was moving; I mean, my bed was moving and I could hear people talking, but nothing of what they said made any sense to me. There were bright lights and strange humming noises, things that I could hear and I was aware of through my eyelids, but I couldn't open my eyes to see.When I finally awoke, I was immediately aware that I was. A white stream was rolling between her smallish tits. Her nipples felt amazing as she rubbed her hands over them, rubbing and dragging the nipples through the center of her palms."Slut...Bitch...Whore..." Stacy said to her self in the mirror. She ran her tongue down around her lower lip and chin trying to gobble up a pile of spit and cum, but it just slid around. Stacy leaned over the sink and gently rocked her head back and forth, making the thick glaze dangle from side to side. "Are you.