Without even thinking, Cynara lunged herself in front of the sword aimed for Charlie, the blade sinking easily into her shoulder."What the hell is thi...!" she heard someone shout as she sunk weakly to the ground. Charles's arms were around her, supporting her up."Cynara," he said gently, unbelievingly, as he reverently stroked her cheek."I-I couldn't stop it, she came out of nowhere," she vaguely heard the man Charles was dueling explaining desperately."You just better hope that no serious. To utterly give the reigns of my mind control powers, the ability to do whatever I wanted, to my daddy. To devote myself to him with every ounce of my soul. I didn’t have to do this. I could order him to love it when I gave commands. To be happy that I turned Uncle Wayne into a pathetic cuckold, to punish the man for daring to touch my mother.It would be so easy. But ... then I wouldn’t be submissive. I wouldn’t be his sex slave. I would control him. A daughter shouldn’t control her parents.. The older boy had just killed the child while he was fuckinghim.Eventually the boy got off the child's body. Jimmy could see thatthe child had moved his bowels when he had died. The olderboy's groin was covered with the boy's feces, as well as whatlooked like blood.Several boys appeared with water goards and washed the mess offthe body of the older boy. Several other boys washed the deadchild's buttocks off. What followed was even harder for Jimmy tobelieve.One by one the other boys laid down. But Lexi does something to me that is difficult to explain. It goes deeper than her gorgeous hair, beautiful tits, and flawless looks. It’s not a game, although it feels like we are both players. Most might label it being dommed, but for me—for us—it is more like a willing relinquishment of control.I kneel, never breaking her eye contact.Lexi drops her hands to each of her thighs. Keeping them stationary, she crawls her fingers over the material slowly raising her skirt inch by inch. She steps.