I just told her to beg me again.It could have just been ten seconds or as long as ten minutes later when she begged, "Ok you win. I can't believe it i...s even possible that any boy can last this long, and still I can't cum. I have been a bitch. I treated you like a dumb little boy with a small dick. I apologize. Please let me cum."Then in almost a whisper she quickly said, "Please let me cum, master."'Why did she call me master? What in the hell does that mean? We are not having master/slave. "This is what my Master told me to say to my wife when she is looking for sexfrom me. He insists I call him "Master," but "blackmailer" is the moreappropriate title. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to thebeginning.You'll find an earlier story from me on this site called "An Open Letter tomy Master," in which I apologize for chickening out on a blind date with aMan. I'd never done anything at all with a Man prior to these experiencesand, at the time, I just couldn't go through. This was part of why she was so angry over Melissa’s actions, and it was also part of why she wanted that particular revenge against her. She wanted Melissa’s sense of self to be impacted, too. No matter how much she might logically grasp that actions didn’t determine sexuality, some part of her psyche called her a phony lesbian for having had sex with me and the other men, despite knowing that she was drugged and thus raped.“So, Jake, you’re the chairman. By all means, take command. What’s the. Still, she did well enough to pass all of classes and graduate to a military career when her eighteenth year arrived. Wanda was very grateful that she did not end up as one of the unfortunates who did not meet military muster. Those women were given plain dresses, a bit of gold for their pockets, a final blessing, and exiled to the world of men. Under those conditions, girls like Bonnie or Wanda could, most probably, adapt, but for the girls who had only known the comforting, insular world of.