? Shetells him to kneel before her, tells him he cannot turn his head or flinch, butthat he is welcome to try.? She slaps himhard, many startling time...s, each time stabbing him verbally with ragged cuts tohis self-esteem, but he is unable to move.?Watching his face in the moment he comprehends what he has become,becomes aware that his options have completely vanished, fills her withecstasy. She no longer hasto bother with thinking about how to manipulate him and break him down.? He is a fly. Submission had never been a part of my erotic dreams or fantasies. Was it possible that, in allowing this to happen, I was indirectlysubmitting to both Linda and her date? Or even further, that I wassomehow submitting directly to HIM, with her as the intermediary oroffering if you will? Were there, god forbid, homosexualundertones here? You know, like subconsciously making love to himthrough my wife? Okay, I'll admit, since I'm being perfectly frankhere, that on a couple occasions I'd. And that he didn’t, well, knowing how horrible he was feeling, knowing what I was doing to him, made me feel as though I had more control over the boy than I did over myself. (And yes, deep down I did know that indeed, I had complete control over the simulation. Although, with the incredible realism of the simulator, it was quite easy to bury that knowledge so deep that I barely considered it.) “Open your mouth,” I said, reaching down to grab my rigid, though no longer throbbing cock. . ' I watched as he moved off pinching my buttock as he went bay, I looked at the board that had panels of scenes from the viewing room and than slowly eased into the darken hall way. I was aware that local law enforcement officers frequented theses types of faculties and would soften trap unsuspecting patrons. As I entered and passed a cubicle the door opened and a hand gripped my wrist and pulled me into the room. Once in the room he introduced his self saying '...I'm Tobie, and I'm gonna make.