Like often the case are sex life was going doll. Rachel & I have had sex all kinds of way's. We've done the latex& leather fetish, sexy lingerie&heels... whips&handcuffs, every position imaginable. But in the last year we barley had sex at all. We still loved each other but sex had become doll.The fall of 2010 I started a new season of pickup hockey. Every Saturday morning I go to the local rink and play some ice hockey. So my first Saturday I noticed my new team mate, Jeff. He sat on the bench. I laughed—it was funny, but it was also extremely doable.Domination was all about control—mind control. Control was nothing more than a state of mind—psychological control. I was a psychology major with an M.S. and PhD. It seemed like a perfect fit for me.CHAPTER 2 –SUBMISSIONIt was almost three months after that memorable evening that I decided to act. I sat in a comfortable chair in our living room early on a Thursday evening. I was wearing a short black skirt and no underwear. I had a. Sandy was able to peer across her shoulder at her cleavage, moving the Device's remote from his pocket to his hand. She stopped along one edge, pointing out one of the weeds."Here's where I'd like to plan the garden," Mrs. French said. She bent over, tugging on a weed.Sandy hit a button on the Device, watching Mrs. French pause as her hands gripped the weed. She shook her head, as if clearing away her thought. She started to pull again, the muscles in her thighs tightening.Sandy pressed a. She went out of the house through the kitchen-door and was moving towards the cattle-shed. I followed her. She got inside the shed and I saw the milkman Mariappan sleeping on the floor. She was shaking him and he wake up. He was our servant and I am sure that Sheela aunty is there to kill her sex hunger. To my surprise there was another man too. He was the house cook Basheer.Both were too old around 50. Mariappan was a dark skinned man that resembles an African Negro who was really tall with an.