Eventually my wife, who had slowly become more agitated by my lack of action, spoke out. 'Are you still here?' Her head moved side on as to seek the a...swer. I must say a certain thrill came over me at that moment. Something of a power trip. Be domineering, I once again told myself and with that I reached out and firmly took a grip of her chin, my fingers digging into her cheeks roughly. I leant in, her shocked breaths on my face, and said "you don't talk!" And then to my own surprise I slapped. “No peaking,” she said and smiled at him.“Sorry.”A minute later the back door opened and Paola together with Carla got in. “Yeah, here we go!” whooped Carla as the car began to move.They were on their way to one of the island’s many super clubs for a night out. No chaperone, no agent, nobody to keep them under control. Carla wore designer jeans with a white top knotted just above her belly button with its piercing while Paola had gone with a black cocktail dress. Both girls were brunettes and. I don't want to hear one word from you while I do that, understand slut?" She nods like a scared little girl and then Master takes her by the hair and drags to the room where I'm tied up. "You see bitch, your sissy boyfriend is already my slave and do whatever I tell him. It so happened that I wanted to abuse and humiliate his girlfriend so I ordered him to arrange that for me. You see his sissy ass cares more for his Masters pleasure then his beloved girlfriends wishes, well being or. .. everything aboutyou seems to say 'girl.' " You mean like the way my hair looks and the clothes I'm wearing?"Terri brushed the tangled hair from my face. "Well, your hair is alittle long, but I've seen boys with longer hair before." She pulled thecover down enough to see the picture of Hello Kitty on my chest. "As faras you wearing girl clothes, they look cute, but they're just clothes." I don't understand. If it ain't the clothes or hair, then what's makingme look like a girl?" "There's.