Understand?”“I guess…”I sighed. “Okay, let’s start and see how it goes. I may decide not to have you as my submissive if I can’t trust y...u to tell me, but let’s try.“Now, subject to your safe words, are you willing to give control of your body to me, to let me use it for our mutual pleasure? Do you promise to do whatever I tell you?”Still turning back and forth, she looked at me coquettishly and said, “Anything? Like, take my clothes off, ‘n stuff?”“And stuff,” I replied, “but definitely take. I couldn't care less whether it was skill or luck that helped me out—I was just glad to get it!It was at that point that I discovered a minor bullet wound along my side. It was actually down on my hip below the tail of my body armor. I had no idea which of the three men had shot me because I had been so pumped up by adrenaline that I had never felt the bullet graze me. I would probably feel the pain a little later, but currently I was in a zone outside of that world.The Brewer luck was holding.. I knew I had to clean things up as I had that white bar of soap stuck in my face.I also knew that Gran would get her comeuppance for ratting me out when she could have done it herself. Actually, she did give me the business; that not being enough, she made sure Mom and Dad also got word. Fifteen years later finds me quite grown up and a great wrencher on large Briggs & Stratton, Kohler, and Wisconsin engines used for air pumps, water pumps, and generators. I worked my butt off to the point of. "Her smile told me I'd said the right thing. She wrapped a hand around her cock and pulled it away from my mouth. "Do you like my balls, slut?"A wrinkled, shaved, black ball-sack hung in front of my face. A mixture of fear and exhilaration flowed through me. "Yes, Mistress." Kiss them and show your wife would a good cock-slut you've become while she begs for me to fuck her."My hands lovingly stroked her thighs as I brought my lips to her scrotum. She spat on the palm of her hand and stroked her.