I cannot believe that Helen saw us. I cannot believe she saw the passion that Erik and I shared. Yet, she says nothing about it now. How did she find ...er way into our dream? And, as if Helen seeing us were not bad enough, now, Erik chooses to ignore me. He pretends that nothing happened between us. How could he? How can he? What is wrong with him? Or, is there something wrong with me? Am I the one with the problem? Did I misinterpret the look in his eyes? Did I alone feel the overwhelming power. I found BDSM related porn and was amazed how the girls were handled by the dominant men (special thanks to kink.com and all of its affiliates). I don't really know why, but I was turned on by the thought of beeing dominated and beeing "forced" to serve someone sexually. But at this time I did not think about serving a master, but preferably a mistress. My first sexuall encounter related to BDSM was with a prostitute. She had an ad in our local newspaper and stated there, that she was. Let's see if we can get another one of those cakes to go,” dad followed.“How was your food guys?” Marie asked.“Great,” we all said at once. “We all got some of each others stuff,” I followed.“I wish your father would let me eat off his plate again,” mom joked.“When you take only a little bit of food then I'll let you eat off my plate again,” dad joked back.We had a little laugh and went back to small talk while we waited on the other cake and our food to digest some. All while we were talking. . Everything happen last couple day's was like a living dream Next Sunday I am back to school.At the rest time I joined him with his pack or gang I was accepted in, but many of them were interesting in why me?We were agreed me & (NOR) to keep our trip as our little secret So days passed, every week end we go out and do are secret romantic, sexual ritualsOne day one of his friends, ask us to come to a party in his house So we met at (NOR) place and he ask me to come up tell he get dressed, at.