Masterson's.The discussion I had with my mother was on my mind, so naturally it wasthe topic of my therapy session. Dr. Masterson points out that I c...oseto wear the velvet panties, nobody forced me. My mother didn't twist myarm to try on the panties. I acted out of my own free will. I was tooembarrassed to tell her that I was still wearing them.Dr. Masterson tells me to close my eyes. She gently leads me through adeep relaxation exercise. I am once again under mild hypnosis.She says, "You. As she grasped the snake it slid through her hands and I directed it to go around her kneck. Again she went brilliant red, started biting on her bottom lip and appeared to be sweating although I didn't think it was hot in the marquee. I took the snake back to give to the visitor behind her and she seemed very reluctant to part with it and then walked away.The day had quiet periods with few visitors and very busy periods and it was during one of the quiter periods later on that the lady. He looks up at her with a bit of pride showing in his face. Not pride in himself,he has no need for a thing like that. It is a pride of proving to his mistresshow much he means to her and how much pain and suffering he will go throughjust to please her. He feels now more than ever that he actually belongs toher. That feeling pushes the pain that is running through his body away. Hesmiles slightly at her and she smiles back affectionately. "You are agood boy." She says as she turns to head up. I was about 40 then and had 18 years of service. We would talk and she left and said thanks for the info. About a week later she stopped by again and we resumed our conversations and then she made small talk about the ribbons and badges on my Class B uniform. She then shocked me by saying she really liked someone in uniform and it was so nice to have someone to talk too. Babe then asked if I could come over to the house meet her husband and we could resume the chat. Not sure what was the.