(GMC) He held a responsible job. He was a very dominant, in the sense of job responsibilities and very aggressive at his work, where as my mother was ...ubmissive and a housewife. Because of my fathers job, he worked constant hours and I did not see him as much as my Mother. My father worked a many weekends and I probably only saw him a few times a month. My Mother hardly ever disciplined me as a c***d; it all came from my Father. Because I rarely saw my Father and because discipline came from. "Now you have to look in the mirror and admit to yourself that doing without is unpleasant and that you've been slipping -- and that your pussy isn't REALLY sewn shut! Well, tough! It is what it is! I know you want to put it all back in a little box with a padlock on it, but guess what? I'm NOT going to let you!" Cletus, I can't!" Can't what? Face the fact that you're a sexual being? You have to! Somebody dumped all the litter out of your cat box and you can't bury it any more." What about. Home, I tidy and clean my house to ensure that it is as Master would wish. Before Master my home was often chaotic. Master emphasised that Cum Girl represented him in everything she did and that she was to attain the standards He expected. Cum Girl is to be suitably attired, to maintain her house and possessions well, and to behave appropriately at all times. I have struggled with the breadth of this instruction, both in thought and deed, but recently it has become second nature for me and. His face was hard, not just fixed with a grim expression but worn down, as if by years staring straight into salty winds. He looked like a remarkably fit man almost twice her age. This was a disturbing surprise, as everything she had ever heard of the pirate hunter said he was supposed to be a few years older at the most. When the Martin Luther became a dot on the horizon, it seemed to lose it’s hold on it’s former master. Turning around, he leaned against the rail and lowered his shaking.