We went through about thirty more poses and I was about to tell her to call it a day, and I had all but given up on seeing if she was truly submissiv..., when she hit me with a bombshell. She asked if I would show her what it felt like to be fully bound and under someone else's complete control. My dick almost jumped out of my pants!!! I, of course, asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go through with that, as there was no turning back, once we got started. She said she was sure and. As we got up, Patrick said: “I’ll come here Tuesday around ten. We’ll drive out to the house and fetch more of your clothing. OK?”“Yes. Thank you.”In the morning, I breakfasted and went out for a walk. I went to Thomas Pink on Market Street and bought a half-dozen shirts – stripes and checks. I told them to deliver to the Marriott. I then walked around the corner to Ron Bennett on Pitt, where I bought a grey suit and a teal velvet jacket. Again, I told them to deliver. Finally, I stopped at. "I saved you this." She handed me my pink hoodie. "Oh, you can put your shoes back on, too."She slipped into the pea-coat, and put her hands into the pockets. She pulled my wallet out of one, and my iPhone out of the other. She looked at the cash in the wallet and made a face. "Ew, Washington looks like a brute! What happened to her pretty smile?"She activated the iPhone and thumbed through the files. I could tell by the green tint of her complexion that she had found my portable masturbation. She couldn’t believe she was actually showing a stranger this intimate photo. She looked at her face first; her fringe covered one eye as the rest of her blonde locks hung down to her shoulder. Her eyes were intense with a deep oceanic blue iris, people could get lost in them for hours. Then there were her full lips, soft to the touch and her angelic jaw line.Her eyes scanned further down to her voluptuous breasts. Two lovely grapefruit sized boobs hung perfectly on her chest. They had been the.