You don't listen. Dumb asshole." I felt her pointy heel drag across my ass, I knew that'd leave a scar - at least for a few days."I don't know how I h...d you but everyday I am sorry that I did. You worthless piece of shit" she continued the abuse. I was now sobbing. My ass was on fire. "Filthy motherfucker. SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING COCK - you shit." She reached down to grab my hair again and pulled me straight. Then she threw me on my back. My small three inch penis had stopped growing a long ago.. Wait. That's not right... I glanced down to find myself naked save for my underwear. Shit. She's almost as bad as Emil." How the hell do you do that?" I asked, struggling to get my arms free. She just grinned at me then leaked down to kiss my jaw. I sighed, managing to get one arm free to wrap around her. She wore plain black cotton shorts that fit snugly over her butt paired with a loose grey t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her. I wasn't complaining. In fact I rather. Not my taking it from you. You have to give yourself over to me, at your pace and on your terms. People often look upon BDSM - or more accurately, D/s - as the dominant taking control of the submissive and making him or her obey. They seem to think that the Master or Mistress has the power in the relationship. When truth be known, it is exactly the opposite. Your submission is a gift you give to me if and when you feel I am worthy of it. Only if I prove myself to you can you fully submit and. She was constantly reminded of her and her fellow brethren’s superiority over their pitiful race. She decided that the new beauty ?queen? would be a fitting sacrifice for her worship and enjoyment. Bridgette ?Birdie? Williams wiped the slight glow of perspiration from her brow as she took a swallow of lukewarm water. As the new reigning ?Miss Universe?, she expected better treatment. ?Oh my god, is there any air conditioning in this plane!?? she snidely commented. Brent Monroe, her.