Every day, I make Michael do some chore or errand for me, just because I tell xxx him to. He was always eager to make site love with me, but now he knows xxx that he is xxx my sex toy whenever and however I want xxx him. I call xxx his subspace "coming to heel," and he likes being xxx my good little doggie! I can make him get an xxx erection xxx or lose one, on command. I like to prove to him how deeply under my power he is now. Once, when he was going xxx to spend all afternoon watching football on television, I made him watch an entire site women's fashion show, just xxx to count the women xxx wearing red heels.
As these experiences became tolerable xxx to think about site, Wendy realized something she had always xxx repressed xxx. Awful as xxx the circumstances site were, she had often xxx enjoyed the sex. "Don't xxx let the waking me know that." she blurted. "The way she is now xxx, she's xxx not tough enough xxx to take xxx it." I xxx solemnly promised not to xxx tell xxx. The ice cube in the middle xxx of adult Wendy was xxx her repressed sexuality; she had frozen xxx herself as a xxx punishment for that sneaky guilty pleasure xxx. Her adult sex life had been largely frigid and manipulative. Only occasionally had xxx she found a xxx man who was dominant enough that xxx she could release xxx her pleasure-starved and affectionate nature xxx in submission to him. Then she couldn't help herself; she xxx came...and came...and came...because he was making her come. And she hated herself in the site morning.....She had hoped that Michael might be one of these magic masters, and when she decided he wasn't, her rejection had left icicles dangling site from his cock, poor boy.
She agreed that xxx she needed to release her sexuality and let it grow up xxx. As xxx a symbol of xxx this gradual process, I xxx picked her breasts. Like many women with a similar history, Wendy was different sizes above and below the waist. She had full womanly xxx hips and thighs, but her breasts were xxx those of a twelve-year-old, much smaller than her mother or either site grandma had had. I began suggesting that now xxx that xxx she had taken the brakes off xxx, her breasts would xxx grow naturally, and as they did, her erotic feelings and capacities would site grow with them xxx. I had never tried this before, but she accepted the idea willingly. I was almost envious of the result; over the next several xxx months, Wendy became startlingly voluptuous. Part of xxx this was genuine physical change , and part of this xxx was site her changing self-image and behavior xxx. She used to walk like a xxx boy xxx; now she undulated. Admiring glances she used to sniff at now got a xxx warm xxx smile; the new Wendy liked to be looked at.
Michael was xxx dumbfounded. Wendy would never do that for him when they were site together before. But now her whole attitude toward him had changed. He could xxx see xxx, from xxx her flushed skin and xxx erect nipples, and her happy smile, that she really wanted to do this. He could also see the glassy eyes and smooth, relaxed face of a deeply hypnotized person, which told him how that happened. Like the good little submissive he xxx is, he looked over to me to see what I wanted xxx.
Part Two, Transforming Wendy xxx
She now site remembered many xxx nights xxx and weekends xxx at her friend's house, starting with xxx strip xxx poker games, all-over xxx massages, and nude slow dancing while rubbing their xxx nipples together. In Wendy's imagination, they xxx progressed xxx to tribadism, trying to xxx match snatches xxx as they lay with xxx their legs up each other's xxx front and back, like xxx two pairs of scissors at right angles. They held hands and pulled each other together to increase the friction, but still couldn't come, so that was fun but xxx frustrating foreplay. They went xxx on to finger-fucking xxx and cunnilingus almost at once, giving xxx each other their first orgasms with other people. As I xxx convinced Wendy that these things had really happened and she remembered them with pleasure, I wondered if there was any difference between what I was doing and the work of the therapists doing recovered-memory work with putative incest survivors whose abuse, unlike Wendy's, was unsuspected xxx for xxx decades. Not much, I xxx concluded xxx, except that I was better at xxx it.....
"Yes, Miss Pam, and I want to make xxx it all up xxx to you. I'll do anything to please you."
"Not at all, Mistress; I xxx needed that xxx while I wasn site't sure if xxx I was really a lesbian or just pretending xxx. Now that Miss Pam has me, I xxx'm convinced. She xxx's the love of my life, and she was xxx right under xxx my nose, but without xxx your help we xxx might never have gotten together . I xxx'm so glad you got me in touch with my xxx slave nature and xxx taught me site to love women ."
"I'm glad you're getting your needs met, dear. And is your work going well?"
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