She had the cute, high-pitched voice. The curvy, fuckable figure. The mouthwatering ass. The full, luscious lips that he loved so much. She even had a...few mannerism that tailored to his preferences. She whined and whimpered quite often, not knowing that it was torment for Harley. Sarah quite often pouted and begged him for things, knowing that she could get her way by being as cute as she could muster. Little did she know that she wasn't just getting what she wanted, she was exhibiting the. Then I did some research regarding D/s relationships and thought back on my life. I tried to remember when I first displayed signs of being sub. Though it might have been earlier, I remember certain things when I was nineteen, that definitely indicated I was a sub. I am fifty-three now. There are a lot of years in-between of which I could have had such a happier life if I had found a Dom. I met my Master on Lush in early August. Within the first five minutes of meeting him, I was at his feet. Once satisfied that he was securely in position, Jessica Norman went to work with her nasty brush. He would definitely not want to see his girlfriend dressed in school uniform after she had finished with him.“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”Jessica rapped out half a dozen slow, and extremely hard, smacks with her ebony-backed brush against Stefan’s fleshy bottom. She deliberately pushed each smack as far into his bum cheek as she could in order to make this part of the. I was so excited. I wore this amazing, white dress that hugged my pregnant belly.”Her blue eyes, the same hue as my mother and Grandmother Rachel, stared up at me. Her lips sealed tight about my nipple as she squirmed in my embrace. She was so beautiful. She was gorgeous. My precious daughter. Daddy and I had come together to make her.“My wedding dress really showed off my breasts,” I said. “They were nice and round, bigger than your grandmother’s. She said that with pride. My skirt was short.