Omni amar 8’ bara ta tan kore beriye ase, oor nake dhakka mare. O hate niye bole, ohhhh ki bodo, bolei, nijer nake diye ekbar suke ney aar tarpor ni...er mukhe dhukiye chushte thake. Ami oor matha amar barate chepe dhori.Aaar, aste aste ami ghure ghure oor pachha ta dhore, amar upor tule diye, 69 obosthay asi. Ekhon, amar mukher upor oor panty te Dhaka gud roeachhe. Amar nake oor pantyr soda gondhho aste thake. Ami aar nije ke control korte na pere oor panty ta tene niche namiye di, tokhon ami. I was helpless but to sit there because the leash did not allow me much room to move. I never even considered taking the collar off. I loved Emma too much to disobey her. She had a power over me. “You're a good little woman, right Kimberly? I don't need to worry about you do I?” She said teasingly. “No, Miss Morgan,” I whimpered. I loved this game, submitting myself to her. I squirmed on the floor as she went into her closet. I wondered why Emma liked to be in control so much. “These are. I was never left alone to give anyone an opportunity.Finally after 2 years, when I was in my eighth standard unable to control my feelings anymore and also growing brave after all these incidents. I made a small plan to go to the tutor as he was the only one who dared to touch my boobs till then. I wanted to make the tutor touch my boobs and press them as I imagined while masturbation. I wore a lacy white shirt and skirt to escape my mom on a Saturday. I went to his tutorial after school around. "Thanks Rose, I feel so different with these things; but you are wrong Iam not content. Admittedly, my breasts have become a major erogenouszone. I almost wish I had bigger breasts; God help me, why do I considerit wrong for me to feel this way? I don't want these feelings; however, Ican't control them any more than I can stop these damn fleshy protrusionsfrom bouncing around on my chest." Well Jack, throwing a tantrum is not going to help; you know what theysay, "That the road to hell is paved.