" Yes! I'll behave..." You tell yourself that you're just playing along until you can escape. "Repeat yourself. And call me Master," I tell you.Say, "...es Master."You do."Get down on your knees bitch" I command you, and grab you by the hair as you comply. I'm already pulling my cock out as you hit the ground. Standing right in front of you now. I want to catch the look on your face when you see it. When you realize that you are not only about to be ****d, but the cock is huge, blunt and brutally. Caitlin appeared in a thin white robe covering a skimpy string bikini. It was nice to see her again. As we looked for a place with some privacy, Caitlin moved across the sand with grace and a little flaunt. Her hips swayed from side to side in a fluid, hypnotic motion. My eyes fixed on the floral print of her sarong; the tautly pulled wrap accentuated her tight waist and slim hips. I could faintly see the two symmetrical lines of Caitlin's string bikini bottoms, which perfectly framed her cute. In my head, that wasn’t too bad of a statement that I would have to explain.She writes her phone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.“Um, David, do random women just come up to you and give you their phone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties?” Heidi asks me.Jill answers, “Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I’m not. I was manicured, pedicured,and given a set of sculptured nails. During the rest of the day sheinstructed me on the finer points of make-up application, physicalmovement, mannerisms, posture, all the little things that a woman needsto know. Then she introduced me toa friend who was a speech therapist. I received my first lesson inspeaking in a higher, softer pitch, lessons that were to become aregular part of my life.Weeks passed, and I did notice changes in my physique. My waist wasbecoming.