I pulled away slightly taking both of Paula's hands in my own, verifying that I hadn't seen a wedding ring. She said, "Oh, my ring is at the jewelers ...eing repaired. Its OK, though. I wouldn't have accepted your kind offer to dance if my husband minded. You see, he's not much of a dancer and I just love to dance."I was disappointed that Paula was married but not surprised. Beauties like her get snapped up. Gosh, beauty and such a nice lady. As we continued our dance I said, "I certainly. Not a good idea if either of us has been drinking too much." Safe." Yes, Sir." Understood."She nodded. "Sir, may I speak freely for a minute?" Of course. I hoped you would, Josephine."She looked down at her hands as she spoke. "Well Sir, a submissive is like a vulnerable flower. One that needs to be nurtured, looked after and helped to grow within a relationship. Stories of us enjoying being abused are highly exaggerated, if not a complete fabrication. Just because I am in a sub/Dom. “Which, I wouldn’t mind, but I’ve waited too long for this. That’s where I want this load to go.” And as he did, he gently ran his hand between my legs, and his middle finger rolled around my clit. We kissed hungrily again then sauntered to Daddy’s bedroom.I giggled as I fell back on his bed, eager for what was about to happen. Daddy sat down and removed his socks, then my necklace, then rolled over next to me. We kissed again then he pulled himself up and moved between my legs, squeezing my. They put a glue on my smooth head and finally put a nice, curly brown wig on my head. I felt the glue hold and new that was my new hair for the next couple of years.When I saw my full self in the mirror I couldn't help but admire my beauty. Soft features on a beautiful, almost angelic face, nice, well-rounded breasts, permanently held up and made to look full. My waist was slender, giving me a wonderful figure, and my crotch was.....smooth. God that sent me into orgasm, seeing my smooth sexless.