The first few steps in the process took only a moment: she quickly admitted to herself that being with Mistress turned her on, that she wanted to cont...nue to submit to Mistress, and that she wanted to be her slave. The reasons for this were also obvious to her – after all, she had had the breakthrough during the week that enabled her to see that in order to be in control in so many other facets of her life, she had to let herself go from time to time. Her sexual games with Mistress provided. As darkness shadowed the campus we walked around the duck pond… and the tone had changed… we walked close beside and she never hesitated when occasional I would steady her walking with a hand to the small of her back. We stopped at the rail and in the coolness of the evening I felt her seek the warmth of my presence. My mind was wheeling… wondering what she meant by her closeness and uncertain that it meant anything at all. Wanting to continue the warmth and put my arm around her, but not sure. "What we do in bed," she said."'It', 'what we do in bed' – you're not talking to your priest Jemma. How about using the word 'fuck' occasionally? Sometimes I just want to fuck. Nothing romantic, no bullshit, a straight fuck." OK, OK," Jemma said, the first tears rolling down her cheek. "I honestly didn't know sweetie. Please don't be angry." Maybe you could be a bit more adventurous." Just tell me what you want," she said, "I didn't know you were so unhappy."A few days later Jemma walked into. I heard Kelly walk over and heard a bottle cap pop before the cool gel liquid was being smoother on my asshole. I moaned and winced as a finger started pushing through the warmed up hole, my ass welcoming it in after the plug was out. “Oh, that’s a good ass slut,” Rick said as he started to work his finger in and out of my hole. I just kept bobbing up and down as I worked Matts cock. I squealed a little in pain as a second finger worked its way in. Rick was now fingering me like I would.