"Must she fight all three at once?" Leonora inquired."As the council wishes," smiled Vanessa, venom in her voiceThe queens mumbled among themselves fo... a few seconds then one of the older queens rose to voice their decision."Three against one seems like demanding enough odds. She may fight them one at a time."Vanessa smiled but was clearly disappointed. She sat down and glared at Leonora who returned the look."That one," pronounced the queen indicating the nineteen year old coed." Please,". After years of training, I knew better than tochallenge his philosophy. He believed that women were made to serve men in allaspects of their lives and that they should be locked up and treated asproperty. I stay there like that being objectified for at least the next tenminutes. When commercials came on again, he brutally knees my pussy. I let outa gasp of pain. ?Shut up? I hear him say in my ear. He gets up and walks aroundme as to inspect another object he owns. He sits back down on the couch. (Our bed however was still the twin-size from Bob's teenage years. That's all right, there is plenty of room for two in a twin bed.)"Ihm hmm. Have you looked at the heater in the corner?" I had. It was an electric space heater. In front of it, keeping The Kitten from getting too close, was metal shelving such as you might find in a tool room. "Those shelves are attached to the walls. I might be able to pull them over on me; you're too light; The Kitten doesn't stand a chance. There is a switch. I knew from simply looking at her that she’d never had to beg, never had to work at getting any man to do her bidding. She was perfection personified and she knew it, from her deep raven locks to her dainty feet and all the space in between. He, of course, was not just ‘any Man’. He was Master/Dom/Top and by the end of this adventure, He would skillfully bring out her true self, the one she kept locked away from the world. Time, always the great teller, would be judge. I am, if anything else,.