This pain, this humiliation and degradation, this house, this hatch, Dominique -- they were all part of a carefully designed plan, a hideous fucking m...achine with one purpose: to take the darkest and most filthy fantasies from the rotten old man's brain--fantasies that have grown and festered in his deranged mind for a lifetime--and make them reality. At the heart of it all was a list which churned the gears of this dreadful machine forward. It was a series of daily tasks that Dominique must. I raised my hand and brought it down against her ass cheeks and she moaned at the stinging pain which left a red mark. I gave Davina six of the best with my hand as she wriggled beneath my hand. I reached round and took her hard cock in my hand and began to masturbate her gently. "you were supposed to save your cum for me this week weren't you,you naughty girl? Is there any left for me?". "There will be some for you" she replied. "don't you dare cum before i command Davina or you will receive. ”“I’m taking you out to dinner?”“I never thought you’d ask, Pete. Tonight ... eightish?” I grinned at his look of dismay. “If you’ll tell me your preferred restaurant, I’ll make reservations.”The boat house doesn’t have a God Gun like the garage. The God Gun is the black box that operates the garage doors. No ... the boat house has davits and a nifty electric railroad. The boats are stacked on a rotating jewelry display kinda thingy. Push a button and the boats rotate like cooking chickens on a. I just loved being there as a closeted CD and watching Terry work on social skills. The other gurls doted on her.Terry always was reluctant to engage with others in the gay community. She did not feel she was gay. When she came home or I visited, we would dress and love each other but neither felt we were gay. We would go out to restaurants and gay bars. I in civvies and her totally passable as my daughter. We would then head home (as she adjusted to being "out") and make ravenous love to each.