"It doesn't matter, cry asmuch as you need to."I wiped my eyes and Julietta folded the newspaper, putting it on the spareseat at our table. "Pia, when... I was researching Benson, I discovered thatthe newspapers, Robert's newspapers, ridiculed him. Did you know that?" No, I didn't. What do you mean?" They made a laughing stock of him. Do you think what he did was revenge?"Revenge? Benson planned this? My mind whirled with the concept. He hatedme and planned to do this? "You think he did this to me. "Because I did not yet understand my submissive nature. I believed that I was a fundamentally strong, independent, and dominant woman. I thought that the reason I was so drawn to hypnosis and submission was that I needed a break – that my strong willed nature occasionally needed a chance to recharge." And you no longer believe that?" No, Mistress. I realize now that I am truly, deeply submissive. The powerful, dominant persona wasn't a part of me that occasionally needed a break, it was a. Mainly, that behind her gentle exterior, she had one. “Well, you know what I don’t like? Games.” “I’m sorry.” He took her hand, which was balled up into a fist, kissed it. “I’m sorry.” Kissed it again. “No more games.” He was almost whispering now, “Do you feel what’s between us?” “Your hard cock,” she whispered back. He flashed his teeth in a momentary grin, then straightened his expression. “Be serious. We have something. I know you feel it.” He took her hand and held it to his chest. She. It was towards the end of the second world war; the family owned a large clothing factory. The father had been awarded a contract to provide uniforms for the services, being a conscientious person he threw himself into meeting production quotas. Sadly he pushed himself too hard to the point he collapsed with a massive stroke, he didn't recover. Young Harry was devastated but continued on, helping his mother run the factory."Harry at that time was seventeen and from what I've been told was a.