.. what? Something. After the thunder-strike abated, the rest of her came into focus: Her face was clearly one of distant, proud races that long ago v...nished from planets such as our Earth. One could almost see a whole people in that one face. The hair was incongruent around her face, and almost impossibly luscious. Her strong frame forced my eyes past her nubile breasts, to the round hips, and yes! A great pair of legs. My head cleared somewhat, because I was being introduced. The angel's name. Perhaps knowing that most of my "sentence" had passed helped. The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started wearing it around her neck. "The year's almost up," she'd say, "and it looks like you've passed my test. Are you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?" Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful for her reminder that though my year of chastized hell was nearly over, it was not the ending of the dominance I. I knew that leaving was something that Charlie had to do. I hoped that he would come back one day. After only a day or two at home, he drove out to the West Coast to start his career.When I graduated, I started my career and took care of my mother. This next part is kind of sad, so I'm just going to get right through it and move on.My father died in Vietnam when I was 12. That was devastating. My mother got injured in a bad car accident when I was 16. She could get around with a cane but she. The effects took place immediately. While she just said: ‘Your dad was really relieved to hear…’ She blushed a little… he could feel her nipples getting hard. Her pussy getting wet. Her clit starting to swell a little. She really tried to keep her composure, but as he got to ‘half way up’ on the switch, she failed. ‘That … that’ a cute little moan escaped her ‘you’re… okay…’ She was literally shaking now… and John wasn’t finished. When he felt her to be horny enough, he made her nipples feel.