He chooses the colour of eye shadow and the shade of foundation, and I do as he tells me. Even when I'm in bed with Peter, feeling his caress and his ...tool deep inside my purse, I'm following my master's direction, and I can only do the things he tells me. He orders me to be coy or brazen, submissive or dominant, eager or reluctant. He even demands total abstinence at times, and I do as he says. And to prove his mastery: he hits me again."I have no feeling in my toes: or my feet, or my legs, or. A rude but interesting awakening!"Da, Gaspazha, I can leave with you at once." Be at the garden door at ten, I will collect you from there."The garden door. The door from which I steeped into the depths of a Russian winter, a year ago, or was it two? It seems so very long ago now. The door through which I stepped and first knew, first really knew that my life had changed for ever.During the journey to Moscow, Neena briefs me on my duties and also sets up the ground rules. "You will have to go. I ended up driving almost to her place, 60 miles round trip, but it was a good ride. But because of what the items were we met somewhere public, Taco Bell. Through our texting I learned she has some bad behavior that certainly needed correcting. Now we were only meeting for her to buy the items. No intention of anything else. I put all the items into my saddle bag except the wood paddle, it was too big. I strapped into the rear seat. I arrived and text her saying I hope I was at the right Taco. I went to her dorm room – I knew where it was since I’d driven her to the school and helped her move in – but she wasn’t there. Her roommate told me to try the Student Union building. Sure enough, she was sitting on the front steps kissing a guy like there was no tomorrow. I watched unobserved for a few minutes and even a dummy like me could see it was a serious kiss. Finally she came up for air and saw me standing there looking like all kinds of lost. She had the grace to blush and the balls.