"Finally, almost there." It was my voice, the sound of somebody who had been unjustly imprisoned for a crime he did not commit, the sound of somebody ...who was about to commit a real crime, and this time he would make sure no one found out. The voice was mine, and it was the sound of a predator stalking his prey, the sound of a rapist. "Did you have another bad dream?" asked Marilyn Mason. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you scared that your father and I aren't going to be here?" Alice nodded her. As Cathy bent to cram the youngsters into the car, a globular arse strained at her skirt, the hem riding up her thighs and prompting Joel to stop and stare. Bent double, Cathy's voluminous red hair tumbled over her face, shielding her from him. As she stood, the flaming mane licked at a pair of expansive breasts that seemed to defy gravity. A flick and it was back behind her shoulders, a hollow smile despatched in Joel's direction. He grinned inwardly, formulating nasty plans for Cathy for. Nonsense. Doms tell people what to do; that's the definition!Actually, no. It's more complicated than that. Context is important; being a dom is not about being bossy, and nobody gets to tell everyone what to do all the time. In fact, it's not even about telling all the subs what to do all the time.The very first mistake novice doms are likely to make is in believing that D/s relationship dynamics are simple. You're a dom; you see someone who is a sub; as a dom, your rightful place is telling. Getting harder, everything was out the window. You had to.... You needed to taste itYou bend over slightly to come face to face with it. Never in your whole life have you seen one like that before..... In real lifeLet alone have one in your hands. You quickly make his bulging cock head disappear between your wanting and quivering lipsSucking. Nibbling. Then forcing it down your throat. Engulfing every inch. Wanting his whole cock in your mouth and wanting to feel his warm hard cock on every.