Apparently I have some deep-rooted submission streak. Not a huge one – not anything that makes me need to wear any of those stupid clothes or run ar...und and call any one master or get slapped around or anything like that. Just a need, at times, to have a man tell me what to do. To be, in the words of Doctor Bellingham, 'Firmly Guided'. It's not all the time, and not all the time in a specific situation either – it's not like I need to be sex slave all the time when sex comes up or anything.. He was the kingpin.David said, “You are my property now!” offering his hand to Alisha. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. She was bought for an amount all the other escorts envied. Alisha held his hand and walked down the ramp. Before she could react, David’s palm was on her right ass cheek.“Is it just you, or none of them are wearing any panties?” David asked as he was squeezing Alisha’s ass over her clothes. Alisha didn’t reply. She just gave a disgusted smile.All the other escorts. The ones you want are about the size of your hand. It don’t matter what kind they are since you are going to cut them into pieces about the size of a hush puppy. You got that?”“What do I use for bait fish, bait nothing I have is working,” I said.“Pillsbury canned biscuits, you don’t cook them. They are for dough balls. Roll them with some pieces of a cotton ball. Then cover the ball with pepper. Bait a small hook with that and then fish near the entrance of a creek.”“Okay but what do I do with. These were wonderfully comfortable, sexy, but not so over thetop that they could only be worn for sex!I headed home, stopping at the supermarket to buy a tasty meal fortomorrow and hid all my purchases in the wardrobe in the spare room.When Simon came home he had brought me some flowers and he kissed me onthe lips and must have wondered what hit him as instead of a quick kissI hit him with a full, deep kiss. My shopping trip and the thought oftomorrow had surprisingly made me quite excited!.