"I think I can make it as a rally driver. Show the world that women arejust as capable as men," he thought to himself.He took that thought to bed with... him and once again dreamt of being thefirst female rally champion, getting onto the podium, red hair flowingacross his shoulders, champagne and trophy in hands, and Kelly standingbeside him in his moment of glory. * * *Monday arrived and Paul felt slightly groggy. He decided that he wasfit enough for school however, though in all honesty you. She made me walk around and raise my leg, turn to the side, turn to the back, lean over, bend over. She held my thigh and whispered. "You look so fucking sexy. So... fucking... hot."I loved it. I really did. I'm not used to flattery and compliments and on those rare occasions when I do get it, it always seems tinged with insincerity. But I was really lapping this up. But there was something strange about all of this though. A kind of wistfulness about Gracie as if she wished she looked like me.. He questioned the need with his eyes. Ellen seeing thelook on his face cozied up next to him and explained it was forauthenticity, after all Heather is a woman in the prim of her childbearingyears. As such feminine sanitary items are required. He felt so ashamedat how emasculated he felt. But, given that he had essentially no choicein the matter, he resigned himself to needing these items for displayonly. After all, it was only for the next few weeks.The last item in the cart was Ellen's. When she tried to step away Jenna growled and, dropped the crop and grabbed her by the neck. "Don't ever pull away from me again you little slut. I own your ass and I will touch you as I please. Understand?" Yes Mistress," Jenna said fighting back a sob."Before we get any further, I want to lay down some ground rules. Rule number one I've already covered calling me mistress at all times when it's just us. Rule number two in our private times you will wear a collar because I own you. Rule three.