Dylan worked operating the rides and was usually on one of the rides right next to the section I worked in which meant that on his break he would come...to me to get his lunch or a drink. We would sometimes on quite days spend hes whole break time standing talking. He was such a flirt. We got to know each other quite well talking about his huge fascination with rides. It was around now that I had found that I really liked Dylan but the fact that I am mega shy and that I did have a boyfriend. Such behaviour does not devalue their submission, it is just how they express it, by choice or necessity." Now it was not her nipples but her eyes that threatened to distract me..."A slave is a little different, not in what they do as such, but because they remain submissive to their Dominant, at home, at work, in every way, their Dominant has absolute power over every part of their lives. That does not mean the power is exercised, but it is there none the less." Reaching out I took my girl's. The chairs were placed in two rows of seven each facing each other and about three feet apart. The two rows were separated by about eight feet. At one end of the two rows sat Saxen and his mate Rahima, who had stood by his side and remained silent till now. Two people approached one carrying a container and the other two crystal goblets. Both were entirely nude but were decorated from head to toe in a rainbow of shiny body paints. They halted when they stood before Saxen and Rahima and filled. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. but I’m just not ready. I’m sorry, so sorry. Please!” I grabbed her thighs and started spreading her legs apart. She grabbed my head, trying to get it off of her mouth, probably so she could whimper and beg one more time. I forced my tongue into her mouth and continued kissing her, waiting a few seconds before removing my lips from hers.“Please. Please, I can’t. Please. Please. I can't .” She pleaded. “I know. You told me everything, remember? You also.