He caught most of the conversation, but mostly his mind wandered. He could not forget the feeling he got when he finally let go of his control and beg...ed for permission to cum. It was liberating, but terrifying. Jared berated himself for liking the sub role so much. He was there to learn the fine art of domination and control, not be treated as a slave. He tuned back into the lesson, just as Eva was telling him about voice commands. “My sweet, a good slave responds to voice commands. They know. Following months of hard work the second small class of aviators had graduated, Julie among them. She was rightly proud of her accomplishments and I was doubly proud of her. I had both the pride that a husband feels for his wife's accomplishments and the pride a teacher experiences when he has a student that he knows will surpass his own ability. I couldn't help but tell her of my feelings and we both had tears in our eyes as I pinned on her wings. Her love for flying was such that when we were. ” I smile and we kiss again, only to be interrupted when Beth slides back into the booth. When we pull apart, she says, “I think we may be seeing Julia later tonight.” We both smile at her and you say, “Sounds good, but my Baby here gets top priority.” Beth leans in close to me as Julia walks by and says, “Of course she does,” before turning my face to hers and covering my lips in a sensual kiss. I take turns kissing you both until our food is brought to the table, all the while, you’re. NO! Mustn't look at myself. That's the failsafe. The moment I do that Irealize what a babe I am and wonder at how fine he is to have done thisfor me... I have to record this. I didn't used to be a Babe. I didn'tused to call myself Liz Helton. I was Harry Eddings. I was a down onhis luck resident writer at a magazine. And I had this roommate. Henever told me his name, and walled off his side of the apartment fromtime to time, using partitions he brought with him. But he kept usahead on the rent.