He is in charge of those. For a submissive to be able to do that so completely, she must be able to trust that Master as she is actually. She is trust...ng him with her life as he holds her life in his hands. Do you understand all of what I have explained to you?"Amber nodded in total understanding and now she looked a little uncertain. She now realized that this man had told her so much more than Lloyd ever had. When Lloyd told her about BDSM, she only heard about the importance of serving his. I beamed and thanked her,handing the two tops to Chris to carry."We have some really cute skirts I bet he'll be so embarrassed to wear!"the salesgirl gushed, getting into it. I shook my head, though."No. Not right now, anyway. Only girls wear skirts and he isn't going tobe a girl. Just a sissy. I'd like to find him jeans or shorts. Somethinggirlish, though. He'll only wear skirts for special things." My brotherlooked sharply at me when I said that. The salesgirl giggled and seemedto think for a. He rode offinto the night.Faye watched him shrink to a dot, then turn away. She noticed that thelight was on. Nick must be home. She felt sadness for her friend, shejust hoped that she could keep that one, flawless friendship...She put the key into the lock and turned. ***Bobbie was sprawled on the couch, absently stroking her breasts,watching television."...this summer, the battle down under is going over the top! Nowhere issafe. Drop Bears 2, Up Over..." The TV droned on and on about the. She quivers with fear, vainly begging me to stop, not to hurt her. I reach one hand around her and begin massaging one of her massive orbs of flesh. I cut her bra away and pinch and twist her delicate nipple between my fingers. She feels my hardness pressing into her rear. Ever so slowly, I pull her panties down to her feet. She trembles and whimpers incoherently. She knows I am a predator, she knows she is my prey. She knows all she can do is wait until I am done feasting upon her. I am.