I could then exchange it, to my benefit, but the abusers actually confirmed, in my mind, that the power was ultimately mine.“I realized that for me,... pain and pleasure intermingled. Pain is something I sensed, of course, but I sometimes could be at choice if I let it hurt me. In some sexual contexts, a particular sensation could be painful or pleasurable -- Howard is very careful not to damage me, because I can enjoy rough anal more than is safe for me.“Oh, this isn’t strictly one-way. Howard. "Yes, dear, I know. It took me a while to understand, but now I know how you feel." Then Fern gave me a sundress. It was floral, and it swirled as I put it on.I was in heaven; or I would have been, except I was still so confused as to what Fern was doing. Why had she bought these clothes? (I knew her wardrobe, and neither the dress nor the lingerie were part of her collection)She then gave me some high heeled shoes and told me to put them on. As I bent over to do so Fern yelled "Hey sissy!" I. I called Charlie right back."I've had a brainstorm, and no, nothing was damaged. Are you familiar with the Quonset hut, from earth's World War II?" I asked."I know what they are and I'm sure I have the specifications somewhere, ah, here they are," he said."Can you make some?" With no trouble. What size and how many do you want?" he asked."I think we'd get the best use out of the forty by one-hundred size and I'd like them split up as four separate apartments. These will be for the women. Make. She will bring your food and set it in front of you. When you are ready for her to join you, you can tell her she can sit,” Dad explained. This was only for public places, and at home she wasn’t permitted on furniture at any time without special permission.Dad waited for the girls to give us our food and then gave them permission to sit. They both thanked him politely. Taffy and Cherry noticeably had no food – just a small cup of water.When my sister went to take a drink from it, my father.