In other words, she was a born climber!The team gathered around as I started to explain the mission for the evening. “Okay, tonight we are going to ...un some hill intervals.” This was met with the general level of groans I had come to expect every time climbing was mentioned. “I’m now going to share a secret with you. This is a secret from the world of professional racing. A secret so secret, so closely held, that if any of my fellows found out I had told you I’d be banned for life from ever. You really need to loosen your resistanceto guys. They're so fucking great."I almost retched from the thought of it. There really isn't muchdifference between a cum-licker and a cocksucker, is there? And now Iwas licking up his dried semen. I imagined them in the toilet, thrustingand pumping.The shame of the moment filled me. I tried to distinguish his taste fromhers.Finally, she shivered and quietly came."That's my pet," she said. "Good girl."I backed away, tears in my eyes. Not only had she. " He went on "When I want it and how I want it. Your focusis on using your mouth, your ass, and your body to give me pleasure. Yourcock is irrelevant except that it's a barometer of how right beingsubmissive is for you. I don't want a doormat. I am not a Sir who is goingto waste any time trying to figure out how to keep you sexually excited. Ifthat's what you want go to the Eagle and find some insecure make-believemaster who'll try to satisfy you while he's giving orders."i knew what Sir was. An hour later when Beatrice returned from her tennis lesson, she gathered her courage and called the guard captain, told him who she was and asked for a man to come her guest bedroom in a half-hour."It will be done," the voice on the phone said.Beatrice pinned up her long, blonde hair and showered, leaning against the tiled wall and massaging her vulva lips carefully when she was done. She toweled herself dry, thinking of her deflowering by her late father.It had been exciting but not.