I was told before I went into this some of what would be demanded of me, and that any dom/sub relationship should have, for the safety of all concerne..., an escape hatch, as it were -- a "safe word." I have one -- I'm not going to tell you what it is -- but if they demand of me anything I really feel I cannot do, or that it places me in real danger, all I have to do is use it and the game stops. I'll still be punished -- grounded for a week -- but the shackles come off, I get up off my knees, or. It's almost 1am and you have to study again for most of theday tomorrow to get ready for your finals. You run your hands through your hair a few times to get it out of your eyes,and head over to your bed and begin taking your clothes off. A slight draftfrom one of the large windows in your room makes your nipples stiffen slightlyas the breeze brushes over your silky smooth skin. Shivering, you quickly climbunder your covers. As you get comfortable and snuggle into your pillow, youthink back to. "She heard him slip the key into the lock, twist the knob, and push the door open. Peter carried two plastic bags. Angie could smell food even before he managed to kick the door closed. She scrambled off of the bed, took one of the bags from Peter, and locked the door behind him."Thank you," Peter said with a nod of his head. He peeked into the bag he still held. "Let's see. This one is yours." How can you tell?" There's a two liter bottle of Pepsi in mine."Angie opened the bag in her hand and. I had forgotten to unbutton her dress at the back and it was stuck her head with her arms raised. I slowly unbuttoned the dress as she stood there with her arms raised and her bra clad mummae jutting out and I ravished this sight as much as I could. I resisted my temptations to hug and feel her then and there. I took her dress off finally and unhooked her bra, pulling it off, showing as little emotions as I could, she covered her mummae immediately. I got down my knees and this time she didn’t.