I was very excited to get dressed and out on the town, but it was only 4:30 PM. I laid out my things and started getting dressed anyway. I wanted to m...asturbate. I was already wearing nearly half of my outfit. I smoothed my stockings and straightened my panties. I put in my silicon falsies and grabbed them a few times. I applied my makeup with care, highlighting my cheeks with dark rouge, darkening my brows a little. For my eye shadow I used a lighter to darker to lighter scheme from my lids. After a cigarette and a good slug of the red wine I had bought for 4 Francs for a litre (about 40 pence in those days) I decided I would continue my walk I popped my fags, the wine and my trunks in to my bag and started my first naturist adventure.I walked back onto the beach quite self consciously but also feeling the sun warming the area where my trunks usually covered and the caress of the cool sea breeze between my legs, almost gently massaging my testicles. It felt great.As I started to. Because I own my discipline and Daddy decides, I must be completely obedient and do everything I am required to facilitate the process.Discipline always ends in acceptance. Discipline cannot end until I completely accept my discipline, because it is for my own good and I must own it.The first time he did this, the rules were just printed from the computer. But every time after that, he has given me the last copy that I wrote out. He keeps them all - hundreds by now. Most of the time the. Besides, the thought of him with another woman didn’t quite sit well. Not that she was jealous, because that would just be silly.“Sorry, Mom. It wasn’t my doing. She just showed up right after you left.” As mad as she wanted to be right now, she just couldn’t pull it off. Not today. Instead, she smiled, “Well, I hope it was good.”Josh slowly smiled at this change in his mom, “Yea. It was good.” And then quickly added, “But nothing compared to fucking you.”Something in her brain sort of just.