"Devon. Come here." Freda said, remorselessly. Devon's chest was racked by great heaving sobs. She crawled across towards Freda as Franz walked slowly...behind her. "You must obey me, Devon. You must always obey us." Freda said, sternly.Devon stopped a foot or so in front of her and tried to rise. "Stay on your knees." Freda ordered. She lifted her right foot and placed it on the girl's shoulder, forcing her face down against the floor. "Obey." she said, shoving hard, mashing the pretty face into. " Bob followed Jane into the Women's section. He looked around at all the different, colorful clothes on display. He still found it difficult to accept that he could, indeed would be expected to, wear these things.Jane went to a table that displayed various colors and styles of blouses. She held one up to herself."How do you like this?" She asked. "Can you imaging wearing it?" That's not a very good question." Bob said quietly, grinning. "I really can't imagine wearing any of this stuff."They. We stay like this for a few minutes, both trembling despite the warm water. Once recovered, I turn around to cup his face in my hand, gazing at him through half-mast eyes. “Thank you, Sir.” The look of joy on his face these three simple words invoke makes my body flush with pleasure. We’re quiet, yet tender with each other for the rest of the morning. The plans for the kitchen cabinets long settled, we sit in the backyard with our coffee and scones, toying with the idea of a trip the coast. . .. it magnified every sexual impulse that went through my body that night.”He smiled. “You’re a natural submissive. You were afraid, but you didn’t let that emotion control you and you fought through it, which let you experience everything I had to show you.”I hated that word: Submissive. To me, a submissive was someone who was weak and powerless, someone who let the world run over them while standing there and letting it happen.“So you want me fragile and helpless?”He shook his head. “A.