Becky was every bit willing to bend over backwards for her Mistress, and Becky's Mistress was about to bend her in all sorts of directions.That first ...ppointment, as far back as it was, was Becky's first day on the job. Her Mistress had left very specific instructions with me on what she wanted. She was the type of Mistress that didn't wear the horribly constrictive clothing or the 7" heels, but she had no problem turning a sissy in to a feminine nightmare. Ever since that day I've never seen. It was a pet peeve of hers that she tried hard to instill in every one of her many subordinates. Find any positive thing, any small thing, about a vendor, an employee or a customer and complement them. People will forget criticism as fast as you’re out of sight but a complement is a memory that lasts forever. She had earned her present position using her charm, goodwill and perseverance. And, of course, the ultimate killer combination: her spectacular brains and beauty. The TWI Test Track. A stream behind the rest stop. But it would be less public and fresher farther up. So Karissa ran along its edges to some rapids and a pool at the end of them, stripped and bathed. Communed with the water. Felt whole again. Pain gone. Exhilarated.And she heard a whisper, barely. Not connected to the water. Not even all that close to it. But there. And of water. Somewhere south. Somewhere in those mountains. “I’m here,” it said. “Where are you?”“Coming,” she trilled into the water. “I’m coming.. "I see," Jimmy replied absently. I could tell he was deep in thought, but I didn't bother to scan him. He was a smart guy and would figure it out. We sat there, with me sipping my coffee, while Jimmy processed this new information. Finally he spoke."I know I'm not ready for a long term commitment, so I guess I'm just looking to explore my 'sexual side' as you called it. And I can see where just being myself is the best thing I can do when it comes to meeting girls. But what I don't understand.