The rape had caused me to question my sexual orientation, that being I might be bisexual. I could not fathom being a male submissive but I did fantasi...e about dominating and torturing one, especially a gay dominate. Much stronger was the desire to inflict revenge upon a dominatrix-that is forcing her to be the submissive with heavy torture.My first choice was Mistress Mary which was impractical, she would easily recognize me, and her house was equipped with a sophisticated security system.. ” When my daughter got back into the truck she was seated on my legs which raised her high enough to see over the dash. The seat was all the way forward and I had to pretzel my legs to give her room to reach the pedals. Laughing with delight she pressed on the gas, steered back onto the blacktop then began to drive in earnest. She was concentrating on the road, on keeping between the shoulder and the white centerline. Pepper was tense, jerking the wheel left or right, she wasn’t swinging so. I had the pleasure of experiencing it on a family trip we made one summer to my grandparents house. I was 16. Carrie was just a few months older. With such a large group, there weren't bedrooms for everybody at the house during our visit. Sleeping accommodations for the kids was a series of cots set up in the living room and den, side by side by side, bunkhouse style. Girls in the living room. Boys in the den. After the usual day of family activity... sightseeing, shopping, visiting local. Maybe you'll have more luck, Miss Landers."The woman gave a wry smile and then looked at me. "Who is this young man Snake?"I introduced myself, "Hello, I'm Gabe Kramer."She looked at me with a bit of surprise and curiosity, "Glad to meet you, Gabe. I've heard so much about you from Maren and Isabel." She shook my hand and smiled at me.'How much does she know about me and Maren?' I was about to say something when she looked around and said, "Sorry, but I'm going to ask if I can see my.