I asked her if she had an orgasm and she said … in honesty … that she did not. As we talked, she was fondling my cock and I soon had a full erect...on once more. She explained to me how women need certain things to bring on an orgasm. She promised that she would teach me everything, and assured me that we would soon have perfect intercourse and orgasm together. But first, she wanted me to experience something else. She folded a comforter and placed it along with both pillows under my head.. I never did venture out for fear of being found out and then being totally embarrassed. So I went back upstairs and played with my younger sister for probably an hour before school. But I found myself trying to sit differently and walk like the young ladies I'd seen when we were out at the mall or in town. I was crossing my legs, and walking slower and trying to shift my hips (not that I had any) when I walked. I thought a lot about how this would not go on forever. The stockings and having a. I called it being miserable and bored.But today wasn't like the other days ... today I wasn't just sitting around ... waiting until the FBI tugged at my leash.Today I was waiting for my beautiful and self proclaimed slave to walk in ... with a cup of coffee no less.That made me smile.A small knock rapped on the wooden door to the study."Come in," I called out.The door creaked open. Sarah padded slowly into the room. Her eyes were focused down on the ground in front of her. She was carefully not. That made me really nervous which she picked up. She asked if I knew anything about it, to which I said no. She let it drop after that. We continued to spend time together over the next four months. She never brought up the attack again. On her eighteenth birthday we started to date publicly.Her parents liked me so they had no problem with it. On her 19th birthday I proposed. We got married on the lake a mile south of my house. That night I was getting ready for bed when I heard Sandra trying.