I gently rolled her over, sheet still separating us, and I congratulated myself as I tucked into her spoon shape and quit my day.I don't know how long...it took, but it was sometime later. My sleep was interrupted by something not quite right. It may have been breathing; sleep breathing is slower. It may have been an unusual level of agitation in the one I was holding; she was not relaxed. But most likely, it was the fact that my left hand was no longer loosely draped across a sheet, across her. He’s awake. He clears his throat and puts his hand onmy head. “Wow, hon!” is all he can think of to say. Ismile as best I can and start sliding my mouth up anddown his shaft, as far as I can. It’s isn’t far. Mymouth is small. My hand goes to his shaft and I strokehim as my head moves. I know what he likes. Quicklittle techniques. My tongue pressing towards the top of my mouth as Isuck hard, making my mouth feel very tight. My tongueflat so he can feel all of it. It made her nervous to think of what she was about to try but she was determined to go through with it.She had managed to go buy some slutty clothes for her entrance to the store. The thought of walking into a place like that and having others see her as a slut on the prowl actually made her more excited!On Friday night she changed into her “slut” outfit and she slipped her overcoat on and covered herself as she drove out of the small town. She would die if anyone she knew saw her dressed like. ”“Say it, Cat.”Oh no! He wasn’t going to tell me! He wasn’t going to make me do it. He was making me do it. Again, his demand for my strength, my control, my decision, and my freewill. “Yes, I admit it. If I can’t be submissive to you, I want to be submissive to him.”“You will be his whenever he want you?”“Yes!”“You will be his bitch?”“Yes! Oh, yes, I will be his bitch!”“Anytime you are naked, you are his.”That last part wasn’t a question. He was telling me. He was affirming a change in the way.