"I bet you would have loved to have a taste of that, wouldn't you, you little corporate drone? Be a good boy and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you bury ...hat tongue between my legs," she told John, to his frustration."Ma'am!! That's unfair!" he cried out.Those words jerked Domme fully around inside as her command routines immediately came fully on-line and the delicious feelings of the past minutes fled before them.Domme struggled with these sudden demands on her, which warred against all that had. I will walk with a limp the rest of my life, and will probably be asked to leave the service, or sit at a desk. To me, sitting at a desk is not an option.After 6 months though of operations and rehab, I was told I could convelace at home. But for me, I really didn’t have a home now. Both my parents are now dead, and so is my older brother. He lived in Virginia, which is where I was based. He was killed in an auto accident, by some drunk teenager almost 3 years ago.John was 5 years older than I.. Life was going on great when one evening, Dad rang me up to tell that my grand-mother in India was sick and that he could not visit her because of his pre-occupation. He suggested that I should go to India. He further suggested that I could accompany his friend, Uncle Nath, who was to fly to India in two days. Although I did not want to distance myself from all that what I enjoy at home.I may sound mean but the truth is when Dad asked me to visit grand mother, I call her Dadoo, in India and. "You're going to do something? Look at you! You're skinny as a rail, bud! You can't fuck with me." He poked me in the chest with an outstretched finger. "What's a pussy like you going to do to ME?"I just turned red ... did he REALLY call me a pussy? I wasn't a pussy! Nobody, but nobody, calls me a PUSSY!So without warning, I hauled back and punched him in the face.This is the moment in the Afterschool Special that the big bully goes down like a ton of bricks when the heroic little guy.