It was demon girl in her human form. She was dressed in green scrubs and was gently rubbing an ice cube on my lips.Her long, red hair was tied back in...a tight ponytail, just as it was in my dream. Her eyes were the same ice green, but not cold. There was warmth in them as she looked down at me and smiled. I darted my eyes to the name tag above her left, large breast. It read, Miss Tress. I laughed out loud and tried to sit up. Bombs went off in my head when I lifted my head off the. Every night I have to take it together with the black punishment book up to the drawing room. She doesn't always give it to me though, in fact she's very fair on the whole, but if she thinks that I've earned it she sure doesn't spare the rod and it doesn't matter who is there either, it's down with the knickers and up with the skirts. At first it is the humiliation of having my naked bottom on view to all and sundry. Then being dressed in women's clothes and dominated to the extent that a. ” She pulled him in close and Malcolm found he enjoyed being comforted – he certainly enjoyed the brief soft kiss she bestowed on his surprised mouth. The noises from upstairs were now those of a couple disengaging and getting dressed. When the bedroom door opened Jane stepped slightly in front of Malcolm as the erring couple descended the open plan stairs. Jane filled her lungs. “Robert Bradley and Susan Potter – adulterers and fornicators,” cried Jane in a voice that declared dire doom to be. Chris hadn't had one of those since, he couldn't remember when. Hadn't ever wanted one. But it was good. Pleasant, and comforting. Just something else that Shahia wouldn't be getting.When they parted, his dad had one last thing to say. "Chris, as of now, we're ending your virtual curfew. You really, really, thoroughly deserve that."Chris looked at them in surprise. He'd forgotten about it; he just called them all the time anyway. Funny how you could get used to something like that, even come to.