”Boy did this turn on a light bulb in my head. Here I am a dominant male and this beautiful female is begging to be controlled, and owned. I wanted ...o not seem too excited, and demanding, until she got to feel comfortable with me being her Master. So, I asked her to come over to my place for a drink, so we could discuss this more privately. She agreed but wanted to clean up first, so I told her I would get the hose later and for her to come over when she was ready to talk.She showed up a half. When I visited her home to pick her up she was wearing a black short skirt which 2 to 3 inch above her knees and a white top in which her black bra is transparent. She had a hourglass figure with bold ass and pulpy juicy boobs a perfect figure 34 28 34. Her skirt was tight around her waist and her buttocks looked firm yet juicy and soft. Her white top was tight and it tightly fit her breasts and her cleavage was clearly visible. She had worn black bra and it was clearly visible from her. I started running my hands along her sides as we lay there. Every once in awhile I would move along the sides of her breasts and she would gasp a little. I kept this up till she had enough teasing and grabbed my hand, placing it firmly on her breast. While kissing her I started rubbing her nipple with one hand and running the other up her leg. She moved her legs a little further apart to give me encouragement and access to her. I kept kissing her as my hand wandered over her panty covered. Not all of them. But a few. Especially the one. To the one you gave all. Every desire, every fantasy, every painful truth about yourself. You shared what only someone who cared would do. Even private details about how unhappy you are with your life. Your loneliness. Your home life. Your work. Your many nights of unbearable sadness. Always there. Listening to your every word, promising to be there for you, responding every time you emailed or pinged on Yahoo. The one you chose to be your online.