She began to speak with an accent which I could only compare to a southern belle “be quiet sweetling… you will not forget the rules again will you... I would not want to damage that face of yours!!” each word was like a note, as if she was singing.. I began to nod because I felt I could not deal with another forceful blow like that without serious damage.she began to stand up with her back to me, I could see her behind it was shapely like a peach, not a bead of sweat on her flawless unblemished. Letting Him do this to you... and you're helplessly gargling... on yourown spit... mixed with His... as you accept... His horrible embrace...actually... kissing Him back... pretending... as if you're enjoyingit... as He's now... reaching down... and hooking His cruel fingers...under the waistband... of your bitch skirt... and with just one tug...your flimsy skirt is sliding down... and pooling... in a crumpled pileof cloth... around your thin... bitch ankles... and then suddenly...He's cursing. Then I nervously entered the back door. Heedfully, I walked into the darkened entryway. There was this seedy looking woman sitting behind a counter who prompted me for two dollars. I paid her, and the spindle allowed me in.Once inside, I carefully walked down the almost pitch-black hallway. I could barely see these loitering men looking me up and down as I tentatively investigated my surroundings. It was simultaneously frightening and exciting.I came upon a red lit room with a black, leather. You are my slave, and therefore you must act in a certain way towards me, which is important. However I am his slave, first and foremost, and that means that I have to act in a certain way towards him. And how I act to him is more important than how you act towards me."If we were going somewhere, just you and I, then I would expect you to make it clear that you are subservient to me. If we were also with Jamie, you would still show your subservience to me. However when we all go out together,.