I don't pretend to understand a relationship where those words mean anything. But I submit to you entirely, knowing that in doing so, I am letting yo...u become a part of my psyche. I am transferring my ego to you, so that my rationality and my emotions can flourish in the space they leave behind. Imagine a future when I could grant you control of my hands or my legs or my speech. What happens when I'm with you is the same, but I'm granting you control of part of my mind. And of course, I would. Now you look like a proper fucker again. Do you want me to take a picture?”“No, I’ll just look here.” Alison walked slowly over to Claire’s full-length wall mirror, and looked at her reflection. It was a relief to see her own face covered with a gloopy mess of spit, snot and cum – she really did look like a fucker, not like the beloved child-bearing wife Rob wanted her to be. “Oh, you know how to make me feel better, guys – thank you,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion as her eyes. She spat in it, taking delight in my horror. ?I told you to say ?yes Mistress,? is that really so hard? So say it.??Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.??You will be,? she replied as she clipped out the door.I climbed in the shower and washed and dried my hair. When I finished I noticed that there were two smallish gift boxes in the room. I checked the tags and realised they were for me. ?For my little slut girl? Two gifts from Master. I opened the first and found a pair of court shoes with a. “Sorry, Carol, we’ll chill,” Candy said. “We can’t seem to come in here anymore without somebody having sex,” she giggled. She tucked John’s shrinking cock back into his shorts and buttoned them, then pulled up the zipper. John pulled his hand out of Sami’s top and turned to look at Carol, his face red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Carol is it? We’ll cool it,” he said. “This is twice I’ve been here and twice that one of these ladies has had their way with me. I like your bar,” he.