To give up the cruel world that doesn't understand you. To leave it all behind. Find some one to take care of you. Understand you. You want to be a sl...ve. To be owned, possessed. To be a thing of desire. This is what you want. This I will give you." "I've already begun. To make you into the slave that you so desire, first I must crush the creature you were. I must break your sprit, you psyche, your very being. You're not in this position because you swore at me, offended me. Which you did - and. When I was questioned, my chair (the suspect’s place) was at the wall and I wasn’t given permission to move it to the table. On the contrary I was told to stay and not move. Why!?! What did I do? I went in there to report a crime and then I am being treated as a dangerous criminal. Why? The memory torments me. To sit there, helplessly trapped on a chair. To remember how I pathetically sat far forward on the chair in a pitiful attempt to maintain just a shred of my dignity. I hate myself when I. .Anyhow this was just after my 22nd birthday 11/2/16 if I recall correctly?! It was a Thursday I remember that much. She came over that night to drop off gifts for my birthday, champagne!! I was in the shower while my mum had let her inside, so once I got out I got dressed and made my way downstairs. She looked as great as always and since it was Thursday I decided to crack open the champagne she had given, so we all had some between us but a bit more for the late birthday boy lol. I remember. I had never been with a girl before – I had only ever slept with men, meaning Roger. I would have admitted to having lesbian fantasies, several of them revolving around my new friend. Yet I have never been the kind of girl who cheats, despite any temptations, despite being without my husband more often than I would have liked. I wanted to take the dildo from Missy and use it on myself and exhibit myself to these sexy women, Missy included. For once in my life, I wanted to do something wildly.