I need to have her as a slave.I decided the best way to start would be figure out how to get a hold of her. I decided on a long shot. I sent an email ...o her "contact me" page on her website. I've dabbled with mind control in the past, I attached a file which had a dull tone. A tone that would make a person more susceptible to following orders. I also implanted some subliminal messages. I assume Emma wouldn't read her own fanmail. That would take way too long. So whoever read it would be. I'd never been so thoroughlypossessed before. I knew he was raping me. No way could it be calledregular sex. He might damage me but deep inside was a feeling that Iwanted more. I just had to have more."Get on with it," was all I replied.With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly, and that was all mybody needed to move on to a higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must havebeen a quite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legsheld spread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse. She says it makes her feel younger. I can’t say I fully understand that, but what the heck.”“Look up the Electra complex on Google. I found it by mistake, and it exactly explains what you just elucidated,” I said. “Just don’t take her for granted. Somebody could swoop in and sweep her off her feet before you two get married.”“Do you know something I don’t?” he asked.“I doubt there is anything that falls within that category, Paul. I am just saying she is beautiful. Surprise her sometime. She. I went in, and he closed the door for privacy. a pretty nice office/closet. enough space for all his stuff in the corner, a small love seat in the middle and a computer on a computer stand in the other corner. "Ive seen you here before. I saw u with another guy in the sauna a while ago...and I saw u in the steam room just now. seems u know how to have a good time, and id love to get down with u." my eyes widened like I was in shock that i had been caught last time. "this is my personal porn.