We continued talking for a couple more hours. He explained what BDSM is and what it isn't. He explained each of our roles and responsibilities. There ...was so much to learn! I listened carefully, wanting to absorb as much as possible so I could do well. I was surprised at what I learned that day - I had no idea that BDSM (or D/s as I was corrected in terminology) was so involved! The only thing I knew about it was that some people enjoy being tied up and fucked. But as I was to learn there are. I smile at you as I hand you a small packet containing two items of clothing, and I tell you to go and change while I clear the table. I sit down in the living room, slowly sipping on a sweet tasting Merlot. I watch you enter the room; my jaws almost drop from the sight of you. You are wearing a red see-through jacket top with an open front and a small red thong. You blush slightly as I tell you how beautiful you are. I have put forth a chair in the middle of the room and I tell you to sit.You. Now, I was asking my manager for a day off. That wasn't like me, at all.Paul Warren, however, didn't raise an eyebrow. He just penciled-in one of the newly called-up guys at DH and mumbled something about getting a look at what the kid could do."Jesus, but you're ugly!" Warren told me. "How about, maybe, you sit in the outfield with the relief pitchers, so I don't have to look at you?"I took batting practice as usual, and felt fairly normal swinging the bat. As always, my hits, even in batting. Then she stroked my back from the nape of my neck down tothe start of my ass. She did this for a few minutes then slowly strokedthe inside of both thighs, without touching my hard, dripping member."Oh sweet Clair, every time I get near your rear end you thrust it upfor me but I'm ignoring it. What do you want, Clair? What do you need?Tell me..." Please Wendy, touch my ass. Stroke it. Pinch it. Spank me. Just touchme, please, I need it..." Hmm, Clair, like this?" She ran both hands on either.