Imust wear rings is all my piercing.8. Imust carry my slave bag with me at all time carrying the following items.a. 8?dildob. 6?But pl...ugc. apussy? whipd. acollar with a leashe. apair of handcuffsf. a penis gagg. apair of nipple clampsh. afloggeri. And a cell phone which must be secured to the bottom ofthe bag.9. Imust treat anybody as my master or mistress if they give me the code word10. I am notallowed to adjust my clothes. Not something I'd planned.Looking back on it now, I think I finally realise what the attraction to Jo was. I'm damned sure it was her complete unadulterated naivety. Jokes about sex went completely over her head and Jo saw evil in no one. How the hell she'd gotten through life up to the point where she met me without losing her cherry, I'll never be able to understand. I can only put it down to her shyness that kept her safe.Anyway, very quickly my whole life changed until it revolved around. I open her up to different experiences, more intense experiences." Really now?"I had played this conversation over and over again with my other dates. Lydia was so far sticking to the script. I noticed how her strappy heel was dangling from her foot. It was very enticing."Well, I'll give you an example. Let's say I trace my finger over your body..." This gave me the perfect opportunity to touch her, so I took my finger and started with her arm and slowly dragged it up to her shoulder and then. It was only a dream, an hallucination--that grass was stronger than she realized- -but no, it wasn't; Daddy was right there in the flesh! Her eyes fastened on the huge, erect penis of the man who had sired her. She agonized inwardly, Oh nooo, Daddy! I don't want you to see me like this! Why are you here, Daddy? Why are you naked? Oh God, what's happening?... Their eyes locked, and in that moment the world seemed to dissolve around father and daughter. A mute message passed between them, a bond.