I was interested in BDSM before I met her. I was the one who wanted to be submissive in the bedroom but outside I wanted control, at least with men. S...e was one for submission both in and out of the bedroom. This started my fantasies in my head about being dominant with her even though I was only curious as to if I could be with a woman or not. If I could even get to touch her breasts, I would die happy at this point.My friend Mike would talk to me about what she sent him sometimes. He would. Approaching the door I saw a flicker of a shadow pass in the narrow opening. I had a flash that Bobby was in there, possibly looking for something to steal, like my wife's jewelry or something like that, and I quietly moved the rest of the distance to a point where I could see in, hopefully without being observed, trying to catch him in the act.What I saw at that point was completely unexpected. Bobby was in there, all right, but it seemed that instead of going through my wife's jewelry, he had. Like with the professor,it simply wasn't possible to disobey her. My mind couldn't even conceiveof the idea of doing or feeling anything except what she told me. Sheshaped my nails and painted them a soft red which looked gorgeous. Wealso chose a wig in my natural brown colour but long and wavy.Then she told me I couldn't move, lit a long slim cigarette and blew thesmoke in my face. I coughed but as commanded I didn't move. She did itagain and again before finally commanding me to breathe in as. Lashing out, he slapped Sally across her face. But she held her ground despite the blow, hardly budging."Is that the hardest you can hit?" she spat."How's this, bitch?" Marty smacked Sally gain.She laughed in his face. "You're gonna have to get a whole lot rougher than that, boy, to prove to me you have what it takes to be the boss."Now Marty put his large hands around her slender neck. Squeezing, he snarled, "I could turn out your lights so easy, cunt. You know that, don't you?"Ron couldn't.