We started meeting regularly and we cam closer. She was local to the place while i had come down to finish my studies. We started going out and slowly...her parents too came to know about me and we used to sit long hours at her home talking with everyone around.We realized after a while that her parents got used to me being there and so they used to often leave us alone and go out either for work or some errands. From day one we knew what our hearts and minds wanted. Whenever we were left even. It went against everything I had been taught, about never hitting a woman. Never hurting someone. “Do it now, you fucker,” she yelled at me. “Spank me now and don’t be soft on me.” She bent over my desk again, her ass facing me, and I gave her cheeks a gentle swat. “Not like that, damn it. Harder. Like you mean it. And get closer so I can grab your cock while you do it to me.” I slapped her ass again. It made a sharp sound and felt like a sting, even to my own hand. Again I spanked her ass. And. " Isa told me. "It would not be a good thing if too many people knew and somebody let something slip. If your spiritual visitors contact you again maybe they will give you some advice when they feel the time is right to let anybody else in on your secret." I hope you are right," I told her. "Right now, however, I think we should start mixing with our guests."We had a nice time with the Walkers on New Year's Eve and once again it felt good to be bringing in the New Year with friends. This time. His name was Ryan. He was only slightly shorter than me, at approximately 5 feet 10 inches, blond and sweet. He didn’t know it at the time but his love of women in charge would sent my brain catapulting in to the dominance world much quicker than I would have if left to my own devices. We started our journey through phone calls. He would call me up in the evening after my soon to be ex-fianc? would go to work. We would talk about anything that would pop in to our minds, especially sex. At first.