Gram died later that year and we all wondered when Mom sent out the invites for the next Retreat what would happen. When we got here, she said to hono... Gram, we should take a vote whether to continue the Saturday love and freedom celebration. We all voted yes, and this is the sixth yea anniversary!” I looked out the window. The sky was blue, the grass was green and birds were flying normally. I was not dreaming nor had I fallen into some alternative universe. But as I turned back to look at. She overstepped the mark by being naughty without my say so. I had obviously been far to easy on her a d that she must not take my kindness as a weakness, i would not tolerate any further individual sluttish behaviour. She apollogised again and with that lowered her mouth around my cock. I grabbed her hair and with one hard jolt pulled her mouth off me, i instructed her to kneel astride me and lay her head over my shoulder. I pulled her skirt up to show off her nice round arse, i stroked her. “Yeah, it would be crazy to come all that distance,” she said. “He would never leave his cabin in the woods. He’s a writer and a real hermit.” “Hmmmmmm, that’s interesting. I’m a writer and I hardly ever leave my cabin,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s some coincidence, how about that?” I smiled, shaking my head as if in disbelief. “There’s no way he’d come to Jarvis,” she said, still puzzled but the look on her face told me she knew what was happening. “Anyway he said we would never meet,”. " And you no longer believe that?" No, Mistress. I realize now that I am truly, deeply submissive. The powerful, dominant persona wasn't a part of me that occasionally needed a break, it was a façade that I had constructed. If it wore me out it was because it required constant effort on my part since it wasn't who I truly was." Why did you create that façade, Penny?" Because my true nature – my submissive nature – scared me. The depth of my true desires were so strong, and so powerful, that I.