He was older, he took care of me like a daughter. He guided me and taught me things."Yes," he breathed. I loved the lilt of affirmation in his tone wh...n I answered correctly. I had rarely earned his disapproval because it could make me cry."Are you mine?" Yes, Sir, I am." Then tell me what you want to feel from me." I want to feel you inside of me." Doing what?" he demanded, making me think of words that my good little girl mind didn't want to use.I stammered at first. "F... fu... fucking me,". Linda watched as Mistress Jane quickly assembled the device and as itominously took form she began to suspect what it was. Just as it wasassembled hidden speakers began playing the same type of music that Lindaheard in Mistress's car and the two missing dominants entered the room.Each took a route around the room and nodding at each other, stepped upand onto their thrones.Mistress Jane looked at Mistress X and with a nod from her, Jane beganbinding Linda. The dominants looked on in. Suddenly, I was immobile, kneeling, and his cock was in my mouth. I was sucking on his long white cock as the sensation of separation took me away. Even now, I am separated from the ugly fact a cock had been in my mouth. It wasnt me doing it. Not the everyday me. It was the other me. The dumb ass who was taking a walk on the wild side. This was the only way my brain could deal with it. Good thing I spent most of my life as the normal me. Still not making sense, but making sense enough to. I was never provided with another car. Gordon still showeredgifts upon me, bracelets and necklaces, a couple of rings, allexpensive because he wanted me to look good, while at the same timeever watchful for male interest in me. I lost my jokey ways with peopleand had an aloof air which discouraged over enthusiastic interest.Whenever I was on my own, he made me wear the belt. He bought othersand made me try them out. I submitted.Inside I smouldered, trying to find a way out. At the beginning.