She let me wear my own gym shoes however, for comfort she said. Ifound myself standing at Mrs. Hansen's door promptly at eight. When the dooropened, h...r husband stood there. I was thoroughly ashamed to have him see methis way, but he said nothing as he held the door open and let me in. Mrs.Hansen was there, just inside the door."Emily, do you have something to say?"Did I! I wanted to tell them that this wasn't my idea, and I hated it, but Ididn't. I apologized to him for ruining his fence. He. We're almost done, and when we have a full map your behavioral controller can be switched on. Don't worry - at that stage we can begin the fun part of your conditioning - we need to map your pleasure pathways as well." I feel a prick in my arm, and my sensations fog again. I feel the pain begin to resume, but this time, while I can still feel it, it is strangely divorced from my body. I am aware that it hurts without really feeling the pain. I must have lapsed into sleep because the next thing. It was clear, she was not leaving without every option explored. I was still wondering to whom I was having this conversation with. ‘The slave within you reached out to you, when you found out about Frankie and me. You did all you could to ignore her, because of the scumbag that broke your arm. This is truth time Samantha. You have chosen him over your own wellbeing. You took the freedom that college afforded you to explore your slave self, while away from your parents, when you felt they would. That excited me even more. I pushed slowly. At first it seemed easy. I pushed a little more, suddenly reaching the point where the muscle screamed NO. It hurt. It seemed that less than a quarter of the thing was inside me. I lay there, tried hard to relax, then pushed a little further. Again it hurt, but I held still. I continued in easy stages. The worst pain came as I reached the widest part, and I honestly thought the muscle would tear. I remembered the pain of childbirth, but then there.