"It's my turn to wash yours!" I said. She had used a lathered washcloth to do my back but I lathered my hands to do hers then began rubbing my hands o...er her back and moving lower to the cheeks of her ass, rubbing around them and moving my hands toward her belly in a circular motion."I thought you were going to wash my back?" she asked."I'm going to, give me time," I said as we laughed."S u r e!" she said. I slid my hands up her stomach to her breast feeling them, then lathering my hands again. . for the thing I have dreamed of and desired, and now am terrified of. It is too late, I don't need to pull on the chains to know I am committed, and my destiny is set.It had been a growing desire in me for a long time. One I didn't want to face as real at first, but instead toyed with as a fantasy. I was just the crazy goth chick with strange bondage fantasies.I really don't remember when my ultimate fantasy first formed. It was simply there... as the ultimate in submission, pain and bondage.. Someone wearing a red spacesuit sat at the desk in front of her. She couldn't recall his name - or was it her name? The teacher was giving a lecture and her terrible droning voice made it hard to concentrate.Her notes! She'd never get out of here if she didn't take good notes! Brushing back a few stray locks of blonde hair, Julie looked down at her notebook and tried to find her place. Diagrams filled the page, crowded by strange squiggles that refused to yield meaning to her study. The largest. ”I smiled. “Since when is being ruthless a good character trait?”“Hear me out. What I mean is that in the Army there’s a cost of doing business. I’ve heard you say that. No matter what happens, somebody somewhere is going to get hurt, or even killed, right?”“Sure. We call it the butcher’s bill. Dead, wounded, all of that.”“Your problem is that you take so much responsibility on yourself that you think the butcher’s bill is your fault. It’s what made you a good leader - taking that.