She and the other women all got into their submissive kneeling position. Struggling to keep her facial features passive, Victoria stared at the rough ...ombat boots that appeared in front of her cage. She was puzzled by the rough footwear. None of the Masters would ever consider wearing something like that.“Victoria.”She didn’t recognize the voice and didn’t know how to respond. Calling him Master could earn her a beating. Not calling him Master could earn her a beating. She could feel the panic. I'll be around all day tomorrow so let me know when you're ready to do it."I drifted off to sleep thinking – no – hoping my scheme might garner some unsolicited rewards. The next morning after breakfast, Uncle Gene assigned Arnold and me to do fence and gate repair around the farm. We took one of the ATVs and hooked a small trailer to it loaded with tools and a spool of barbed wire and rode along the perimeter looking for problems to fix.As we worked on a gate hinge, I asked, "You still. All of the energy in that room showed up now and it was much easier to understand. I could tell the normal energy for their brains, hearts, and muscles. Sexual energy was shown differently.“Anna can be trusted. Provide her the pair of goggles in the side pocket of your backpack,” I saw a message appear on my goggles.Getting the goggles out I turned to Anna and whispered, “Swap these for your current goggles. Don’t ask who, what, where, how, why or anything else about them. Just trust me. Who. “I think Its normal, don't you”, she said. “I might accidentally slip inside”, he replied. “Accidents happen, just don't make a mistake by not making it worth your while”, she moaned. Tim stroked her, each time going deeper. She told him that she couldn't just let him fuck her. That the right thing to do is to resist him. She said he needed to pin her deep, hold her tight and **** her. Break her authority, reduce her to being just a cunt for his use. If he did so, then she could respect him..