Tea, bagels, cereal; typical stuff; except for the tea. I was wearing my ultra short jean shorts, a tight white tank top, and black converse sneakers.... (hey I was 18). So I'm looking around, and I noticed this INCREDIBLY gorgeous guy staring at me. I mean GORGEOUS. He was about 6'1, VERY well built, with light brown hair, and piercing blue/green eyes. My hair is a little bit longer than the tips of my breasts, and I was glad. I'm a size 32C, and I wasn't used to being checked out, other than by. I called her from a pay phone on the corner of Camelbackand 9th. I was very nervous and fumbled during the first call and dialed the wrong number. My second attempt wasa success and her sultry voice drove my wild. She said I sounded nervous and she was right. I told it would be my first timeand she said she liked that and gave her address and how much she expected. I told I could be there in 5 minutes and she said make it 20. Twenty minutes later I was at her complex knocking on her door. I did not feel uncomfortable being nude while Mike knelt between my legs massaging me. After hundreds of massages from my masseur, I was pretty used it. What did surprise me was how much Mike seemed to enjoy it.After finishing and washing his hands, he sat down on the sofa to watch TV while I remained sprawled on the floor in front of him.After few minutes he asked, "Bob, would you mind if I asked you a personal question?"I looked up at him and said "No I don't mind, but if it's something that. Commitment of the submissiveSometimes a scene is based around the submissive enduring a task to show their will to be submissive to their master. Done right the scene reinforces the bond; done wrong it can damage or destroy it. This happened in the spring of 1992. Maggie arrived early evening. She knew broadly what would happen, she had requested it. She had (has) a confinement and torture fetish. We chatted for a bit but she wanted to get on with it. She went to a bedroom and changed.I lead.