I was a victim of bullying all my life, so I always thought it would feel good to be on the giving end of things. But it just made me feel ... uncomfo...table.Phillip's usually amicable countenance darkened slightly, but only for a moment."In all those years of being bullied, didn't anyone stronger ever intervene on your behalf?" Yeah ... a few times." That's what you would be doing for us. Intervening for the greater good." But only once did it involve violence, the other times all it took was. The same could be said for the man behind her. He looked slimy and stereotypically inbred. It was Danielle’s mother and brother. They each took an arm and pulled her out of the house. ‘NO!’ Danielle screamed. She tried to twist and turn, fighting to get free. ‘Let go of her!’ I took a step towards her, or at least tried to before officer Cunthead got in the way. ‘Take it easy, son. We’ve got court orders to take her back home. She’s been declared mentally handicapped.’ ‘But she’s not! Look at. WO b saaf kar rahi thi. to main apne computer mai cam recorder ka software install kar diya taki wo jo b computer mai kare wo record ho jaye, to wo ab meri hidden movie (porn movie) dondh kar dekhne lagi or net par story padhti, photo dekhti or chating karti, chating mai wo webcam wale ladko ka lund dekhti thi par uske pass webcam nahi tha, ye sara record ho jata tha or baad mei mai recording dekhta tha ki pc mai kya kya hua hai.Ab wo lund ki talash mai thi, rat ko maine sone ka bhana kar k. Sara – my new sub – and I just seemed to click, right from the moment we met. Both of us found the relationship remarkable, sexy as hell, and entirely fulfilling. We both seemed to enjoy the same BDSM things – from opposite sides.The reason we were a day late in getting on the trail was that I wasted the first afternoon – if “wasted” is the right word – getting to know Sara, and bringing her to the point of committing to being my sub. She had repeatedly vowed that she would do anything I.