”Well, as bad as my hair was, I had hoped to avoid my head being shaved. How would I ever explain this? Course, there is a lot more I have no idea h...w to explain.As she got to the stage, “Marissa, you should know that you are beneath me and when any man tells you something, you are to do it, no questions asked. Isn’t that right?”“Yes Sir.”“Then take off all your fucking clothes, you worthless whore.”She immediately stripped and I enjoyed her humiliation as she stood there nude with her. He was caught off guard as Derrick hooked his longpowerful arm through Bert's shorter and not at all developed one. Thoughtheir arms were joined, each of them had their own glass in front of theirface. Derrick grinned at Bert and winked. The friendly man took a drinkand Bert, not wanting to start anything that might lead to Derrickrealizing he was male, did the same. His head was buzzing a little but hetold himself he was still very much in control. Shirl's warning about theunknown. I've also submitted to beltings and whippings.I get excited when it feels like it might get out of hand. After a trulyabusive session, when you'd think I would have felt the worst, I insteadfeel relieved, relaxed and empowered. .In my case the ultimate cause of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially. The girl was wearing tight leather shorts with athick black dildo jutting from her crotch. Her bra was leather too andshe had thigh high boots and long leather gloves to complete the domeffect. At the other end of the leash was my mother on her knees witha dog collar around her neck."I call it 'Making of a Bitch'," mom told Helen, "Watch carefully."The girl walked to the very end of the ramp, holding her thick cock,showing its girth to the people before she went back and thrust it atmy mom's.