Again Mistress loaded up and this time the stroke seemed to sting worse than any other, but the exquisite feeling of success seemed to sooth some of t...e pain. This was exacerbated by the knowledge that the coin remained in place on my forehead.Mistress then reminded me of her promise to use the catheter on me. Memories of other times when I had experienced catheters being slowly and somewhat excruciatingly being inserted up my cock. Today would be no different except my cock was tightly bound. Mrs. Moffatt and the other moms from the troop were overly polite to her, but Abby always felt like these power moms disapproved of her."I'm too young. I'm too blond. I'm divorced. And my tits are too big," Abby thought to herself, hiding a smile. "And now I'm going to show up looking like the slut from Mrs. Moffatt's worst nightmares." Abby suddenly flashed back to the night 10 years earlier when she got her Eminem T-shirt. After the concert she and her boyfriend Tyler had parked at the lake. I was that 'someone'. She had me stripped down to justmy panties and while I stood in front of her, she lightly placed the babydoll over my head and let it fall. It was silk. I never felt anything sosmooth and tingly. It was a light rose in color with white bows andlace. Mom stood behind me and held me as we looked into the mirrortogether. I started to tear up. What was happing? I was being treatedlike a girl by my family.I lay down and my mom tucked me into my bed. I was exhausted. What a. ”“That’s how she behaved, in part because these days society teaches women that they have to be strong. It’s a front they have to put up no matter how they really feel.”“What’s wrong with women being strong?”“Nothing, but there are some women whose strength isn’t expressed by leadership or independence. Meg may be a very strong woman. I’ve never met her, and I don’t know enough about her otherwise to say. But the point that I’m making is that she needed — she needs — someone to dominate her..