Jain, you blockedMiranda from taking over my mind anymore, right?" Well, I have to admit that I've never seen an as well-developed multiplepersonality... as Miranda outside a fugue in my whole career, Miss -- er,'Randi', but I believe I've fortified your subconscious will enough thathers won't subjugate yours for the time being, though you might sense herthoughts and feelings lurking in the background like a tiger in a cage.Understand, my -- forte in disassociated personality disorder is. "oh", her face dropped with disappointment."Well", I looked out the diner window as if debating in my mind what to do, "I might be able to give you a lift to the next town." C, could you?" The innocent look of hope on her face almost made me feel bad about what was going to happen to her, yeah.Daisy climbed up into the truck, I admired ounce more her long sleek legs,I could see right up her short skirt at the firm cheeks.I smiled to myself, this little fox was soon going to learn the hard way. ”“Oh, sounds good.” I sat down on the opposite side of the couch and watched the movie with her. We just sat there watching the movie until mom came walking through the door from work.“Hey kids,” she said.“Hey Mom.”“I brought us pizza home for supper. Will are you going out tonight?”“Yeah, I was going to go to Jason's house tonight, why?”“Oh, I was just wondering.” We sat around the living room eating our pizza and watching TV. I finished eating first so I went into my room and waited for seven. I order her to kneel on the floor with her head and arms on the bed. Her body is already convulsing with the thought of what was to come. I tie her arms to the bed, pulling her head up to my face and whisper. ”You’re mine and now I will mark you.” I slowly slide my belt off and without warning whip it across her soft backside – she moans, I do it again and again gaining true satisfaction from the sounds she makes and the marks I am leaving on her. I run my hands up her thighs – she is soaking..