“The Sidhe haven’t developed over the last couple of hundred thousand years, unlike mankind,” Jude explained. “For far too long they used thei... mental powers to fight any foe, but slowly but surely lost ground as mankind developed. Hence your average Sidhe is not terribly smart, just good at illusions and encased in, until man invented iron armour, what was pretty good protection against essentially an already beaten foe.”“Some of them are pretty good,” I added.“The Daoine Sidhe, yes,” Morgana. There are however some preferences that accompany me from the beginning:Of course I always enjoy a classic whipping session when my whips are taking turns on the slaves back until it is covered with red welts over and over.Then humiliation is essential. It is the core of every session, degrading the slave, making him look, feel, act, finally really be pathetic. I love that. Comes very good especially in public.Finally Tease and Denial sure is another of my favourites. I like to bring a man. At the next stop a lady boarded the bus and sat beside me. She was fighting with someone on the phone. I was busying with my mobile. After her call ended she ask me for water which she saw in my bags outer pocket. I gave her and smiled at her.After making her neck wet she introduced herself Reema(changed name). I replied hi i am Rohan. She asked me where i was going and i told her to which she replied that she is going there to for a meeting. After some chats I came to know that she is married. I aced her out and plopped myself down,ignoring the rude stares from the standees in the aisle. The trainlurched off, and when I looked down I was mortified to see that my skirthad ridden halfway up to my ass! I tugged it down awkwardly and glancedto my right, getting a sympathetic smile from the woman sitting next tome...a little bond of sisterhood with a fellow female, making our way ina man's world.I closed my eyes and nodded off, already exhausted from the simple tasksof shaving my legs,.