” As soon as the doors were closed, Daisy started her story. “I had always been quite shy, and in my late teens I discovered that it was due to ... submissive nature and I liked to be dominated. So, when I was eighteen and became legally old enough, I started to frequent pubs and nightclubs known for their particular patrons. I was ignorant in the matter, and so I fell as easy prey of my first Master.” “The problem is he wasn’t a real Master, just a guy who pretended to be one, to get. I moaned as I slipped a finger slowly into her, feeling how tight she was. "I'm still a virgin" she moaned as I started to caress her clit with my thumb. I eased my middle finger all the way inside, and she felt so good around my finger. Probably the tightest girl I had my finger inside of since Junior High.As I moved to her other breast, she moaned how she had been wanting me all day, but was afraid to do anything. I whispered I felt the same as I kissed the underside of her breast, and moved. Besides, if watching a cesarean operation unnerved me, I'd certainly never make it through heart surgery. But then, I guess that was the point of this.Once they lifted the baby out, the doctor checked her. They then handed him or her off to another doctor. I was interested in seeing what would happen, but I remembered this was where I was needed. The first doctor proceeded to sew her up. As he finished I got to work, squirting what I was informed was an alcohol based distilled water over her. But that doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it? When they made me with their faith, they imagined a young woman like many they knew in their own tribes; blond-haired and blue eyed, small but strong, merry and serious by turns, and with a lusty capacity for sex that would make any man who was lucky enough to win her the envy of his fellows."Of course, they idealized me as well. More beautiful than any woman they had seen; more power than they had, poor, simple things; and with a sex drive.