I don't have their permission to be using their pool,” my voice trails off, “never mind rubbing my wet clit on their pool chairs." The panic of r...eality starts to set in, what if he does tell them and they tell my parents. Oh no that would be so embarrassing, and then for sure it wouldn’t be long before they’d discover the other naughty things I have been doing. He walks over to me and without another word undoes my top, letting it fall to the ground. He slides his hand down my waist,. You will tell them that you decided to cut it off like this for a radical change in your life (and if they only knew the change is more profound, you disgusting worm who cannot handle your uncontrollable sexual desire for women who dominate and tear you to pieces, you stupid slobbering cow)”, insists Mistress Marylou."You will feel like a vomiting cockroach that crawls when in the corridors of your work you see how the men look at you suspiciously (those do not matter), but the women will let. Thepain that was building inside me, the slow suffocating feeling thatwas beginning to overwhelm me, was just a sign of my body respondingto your expression of love and made me happy that I was your littlegirl.I began to choke and gag loudly before I heard Mommy meekly reply,"Yes dear, I'm your perfect and obedient wife and I am lucky to havesuch a strong and wonderful man to take care of me." I think hearingMommy's voice in person made you excited because I could feel youdrive yourself deeper. That smile would be the most precious gift I had ever received from her. As I relive that time my mind races along a narrow corridor, a few moments of history etched in my memory by fear and terror. Everything is in slow motion, as I remember her lips were so cold as I was trying to breathe life back into her. I prayed for her to cry out and respond with her normal vigor, desperately desiring for her to scream, but her chest is stiff and unresponsive as I frantically work to make her lifeless.