Just a few paragraphs is fine.” “Okay.” “The question is, ‘What does being submissive mean to you?’” “I can do that.” ... “Good. I’ll look forward to reading your thoughts on it.” “Yes, Sir.” More empty seconds passed. Elaine stared at the screen, only dimly aware of her nipples softly pulsing. Instead she was thinking again of how masterfully Gary used ‘silence’. And timing. Right on cue he started typing again. “I dreamed of you last night.” Elaine grinned. “You did?” . " We walked toward the car, I opened the passenger door and helped her into the seat, ran around and jumped in.She said. "Can we put the top down? It has been a while since I have ridden around in a convertible." Where would you like to go?" I asked. "Let's go down to the Keys and find some place for lunch." she replied."That sounds good, I just came from there and if I can find the right restaurant we may even be able to get some of the fresh fish that I helped catch yesterday."She looked at. It's t...too ti...tight!" Timmy gasped nearly in panic now asMadge pulled the laces yet again causing them to "shick" and zipthrough the metal eyelets of the gleaming white corset once again.The corset responded by shrinking tighter still on Timmy's quicklydiminishing waist! "Be quiet. Hold onto the bedpost!" Madge orderedin unsympathetic reply.Madge said little else, she wanted Timmy to get the full experienceof being forcibly dressed. It was clear that he was now beingpunished for sneaking. He thrashed my body, hammering my cunt so hard I would be sore tomorrow morning. I groaned with happiness.“Yes Jr.,” I howled. “Oh shit Jr., fuck Momma hard,” I growled. He pounded me, fast, hard, and repeatedly. My body reacted, growing hot; sweat started glistening on our bodies. “Cum for Momma,” I shouted at him. “Cum for Momma,” I groaned hard, my body erupting again into orgasm. My cunt squirted more juices, our noises filling the room.“I’m Cumming Momma,” Jr. shouted, grinding his hips to.