I like them but one day when I start reading a female domination story and I was purely impress from it and it created a spell around me and now from ...which to come out for me is impossible for me because I wanted it. In those stories, a male slave is tortured and humiliated very badly by a mistress and her friends. The slave was forced to do all humiliating things, which destroy its self-respect, by every act.In addition, I am highly aroused by reading that thing and then I continue to read. Chapter 3: I got out of the jacuzzi, swaying my butt right in his face then immediately went to the patio chair, sit down, Mr. I pointed to the chair and giggled slightly. he moved over to sit down, his small gut bouncing a little. i tore off my bikini top and cradled my small B cups, his eyes were following my hands. and i slid them down my stomach, biting my lip, then i showed him my full pussy, dripping with my woman fluids, all the way down my leg. i ran my left hand through my hair as i. So he decided on a candlelight snack at the kitchen table. I talked about college and he talked about work as the storm started to subside. By the time we were finished the power had come back on. We flipped over to the local news and they informed us that another storm would be coming in a couple of hours, quite possibly as bad or worse than the one that just came through.It was getting late and we were both tired. I danced around the question, hoping he would ask but I did. "Dad, um can I. “We are alone here aren't we?" she said.As they stood in the middle of a stark, deserted, beautiful home in Las Vegas, Madison did something amazing. She walked across the room, grabbed a chair (the only furniture in the house, probably used by agents for showing) and put it in the center of the living room. Tom looked with amazement as Madison slowly took off her black matte dress, revealing only her black thong panties. Then she took the thong off also, showing just a little stripe of hair.