Linda, it turned out, is a submissive and loves to be loved and owned, which is okay by me. More than ok. Actually, along with everything else we both...bring to the party, it is one of our defining characteristics. Though ‘characteristics’ is not quite the right word. It’s impossible to describe but, to my surprise, almost everyone we know sees we are a ‘unit’.Linda is in her mid 50s, was slightly chunky when I met her (as was I) with full breasts that hang just perfectly. Her mound is full, and. Ms. Underbusthired me as a house sitter while she was out of town, and found outafterwards that I'd been wearing her clothing. She made me dress up forher, said I was too pretty to be a boy, renamed me and blackmailed meinto becoming her maid. I'd been serving her for three weeks now.Oh, I could easily walk out the door and be free - but for how long? Ihad no money or identification, and I'd be wearing a maid's uniform,unless I stole one of Ms. Underbust's dresses. I wondered how far I'dget. As we sat eating the pizza I couldn’t take my mind off of one particular subject. Do I or don’t I tell her I am a lesbian. I was shown by my family and friends that this was a touchy subject.I decided to wait for awhile, maybe a week or two, or a month. Days and nights went by and we had no conflicts. It was too perfect. Then one night she came home from work, so unhappy that I could tell the moment she came in the door something was wrong.“Carrie today was terrible. I had a bad sleep last. "I was just being friendly, no need to get rude, " Seth said growing angry as he grabbed her shoulder pulling her towards him."Please, really I have to go now, " Kenna, said almost whining."Not so fast, I have something I want to show you first." Perhaps another time, Larry, " Kenna replied trying to pull away."It's right over here on the next path, " Seth said while holding tightly onto Kenna's upper arm and dragging her along with him in the opposite direction, she was headed before."I can't.