When I first came to live with him I knew my place in the living arrangement was to be a total bottom / submissive plaything which honestly is where I...belong in any relationship. I'm naturally submissive, always deferring to someone else, happy when I'm pleasing someone and hate making difficult decisions; having someone else in control and making those decisions for me is much preferable. So when it came time to move in with my boyfriend it was decided that total control had to be established. " I tried to say it in a way that gave the impression I didn't want to talk about it, and I must have done it right, because all I got in response was an "Oh, I see."It was too late in the day to call Darius Booker and let him know I was in town, and too early yet for dinner, but a shower felt very nice, followed by an hour in front of the television watching the early news.I had found an open package of disposable razors with three remaining, but saw no sign of shaving cream. I felt my chin. Judging by her own make up, I figured I was in deep doo-doo. In less than a minute she swatted me on the ass to turn me toward the mirror."There you go pretty boy, good as new."I squinted open my eyes and stared in amazement. Even staring into the mirror from a foot away my nose looked completely normal.I thanked Cin profusely and told her I owed her one. She said she knew how to find me if she thought of anything. I thanked Amanda and gave her a kiss."I owe you too, Mandy."She said she had a. Of course, they were having a grand time experimenting with the different ways that they each made one another pant with expectation and even occasionally reaching a sense of release despite falling short of the ultimate goal.Then came the night when she tossed all caution to the wind and merged with him in a way that she had never achieved with the stuffy older judge.It came as a bit of a confusing conflict that she received the notification that she was accepted for the position with the.