She teaches me skills like cooking her foodthen serving to her without attitudethree courses each meal, prepared to her wishesand when she is done, I ...m doing the dishes.She put me on diet, I won't join her for dinnerbecause she decided I need to be thinnerNo sugar no carbs no fat and no saltsteamed veggies and water, all else is on haltA frilly starched apron and nude pantyhosetight mary janes, that are crushing my toespants with no pockets, a peter pan blouse"this is your uniform for inside. His mind beganto panic as he pushed the door open and casually entered. He madehis way past several women who didn't even give him a secondlook. As he passed the mirror, he gave his reflection a quickglance. He still looked like himself . . ."Why aren't these women screaming at me to get the hell out ofhere?! Don't they see I'm a guy?"He continued on to an open stall. Once inside, he turned his backtoward the toilet and pulled down his pants. Like a woman, heuncontrollably squatted and. It's a dance I do between inflicting pain and providing comfort. The dance is delicate and often the lines are blurred.But I absolutely love to hurt a woman in a bdsm context if they have consented to that. Anything I do, I've either done before, studied or been shown how to do it in as safe as a manner as possible. There are always risk with any form of impact play, but the risk can be greatly minimized with proper training and education. I'm comfortable with what I do when it comes to. ”“Of course it’s okay,” said Patrick. “I’m a grown man and can do what I want!”“I’m really sorry,” moaned Bobby.“We can talk about that when I get there. This Mindy woman. She the one north of the A-frame?”“Yes,” said Bobby. “Well ... north of where it used to be, anyway.”“I ‘member her,” said Patrick. “Moved in there not long before you did. Pretty little filly as I recall.”“Yes,” said Bobby, simply agreeing because his mind was too busy with other things to really think about that.“See you.