A swimcap was essential as my hair was now quite long and took a considerabletime to dry properly if I allowed it to get wet.Gradually all this effort...paid off. My legs and bottom became tighter,with muscle under the overlaying fatty deposits. My tummy became slimmerand flatter, whilst my arms, if anything, slimmed down as flab wasreplaced by sleek muscle. All in all, not only did I achieve a level offitness I hadn't enjoyed in years, but my body shape became even morecurvy and feminine.After a. Hell, I was fucking helpless and it turned me on. I don't know why but I like being helpless as long as I know it's a safe situation. Safe, yes, but still I have no control. These guys could, and did do whatever they wanted to do with me and I simply obeyed them. Strange but I really get hot being helpless and in the power of a dominant man, or for that matter a woman too. I guess I'm twisted in some way but I know what I like and this had been one fucking hot night.The man behind me groaned. Both Tim and Jeff are saying how they much prefer this look to the last. Eric then asked me if I could show them how that looks in person so I stand up and undo another button and pull my shirt back off my shoulders and roll the top of my skirt up so that the hem of the skirt moves up to show off the top of my stockings. Scott and John are just looking at me and not saying anything. Eric pretending this is normal goes on about how he thinks many women would feel more empowered by this that they. I felt so sleepy after everything. I asked him to sleep. Yes, I ask him everything. Even to go pee. I have to ask him. That’s in my rules. Permission to do anything and everything. Next day, he called me early in the morning. Around 5 am. It made me shocked as it was the weekend. He asked for ropes. I said I have woolen threads.He said it will work. And sent me a photo which was a picture of self-bondage. I hesitated before. But he convinced me. As woolen threads were soft it felt really good..