Mona was no longer alarmed when her stomach gurgled and sloshed heavily as she turned to sit. It was a daily occurrence she had grown used to. As usua...l, the sensation passed quickly. The temporary pot belly she had learned to ignore rapidly returned to it’s normal flatness as the water was stored elsewhere and adapted for future use.She slipped her bare feet into her comfy old saddle shoes. Hanging the sturdy chain around her neck, her door key nestled between her pert breasts. Mona smiled. She. Demora desperately wanted to hit her classmate, preferably with something heavy enough to pierce his thick skull. Her fantasy was interrupted, however, as the even larger fantasy around her ended. The lights of the fictitious starship grew to their normal intensity and a section of the wall gave way, allowing the senior officer who was observing the exercise to step onto the bridge.As uncomfortable as losing the battle had been, Demora had the impression that the debriefing and critique that. “I don’t love you anymore. I going to stay with Eric if he’ll let me,” Allison answered.“You don’t understand. You’re just something to be used by him,” John replied.“What the hell did you do?” Allison said, and hung up the phone without giving her husband a chance to respond.“You know you’re welcome to stay with me,” Eric told Allison, as she went back to sucking his cock.The beautiful brunette ran her hot mouth up-and-down the length of Eric’s cock until she brought him to another climax.. I am a natural-born submissive, conscious of her dominant abilities. A coping mechanism that had arisen from a lifetime of conditioning. My parents wanted me to be a submissive from the outside, for them, and a dominant on the inside, for others. A submissive from the inside, for them, and a dominant from the outside, for others. They wanted a submissive, always, disguised as a dominant. A confusing prospect only for those who don’t oscillate like me. In my waking life, I awoke a submissive. .