This is not a game. You do not call me ‘slut, bitch, whore’. I do not call you ‘master, owner’. I don’t pretend to understand a relationship...where those words mean anything. But I submit to you entirely, knowing that in doing so, I am letting you become a part of my psyche. I am transferring my ego to you, so that my rationality and my emotions can flourish in the space they leave behind. Imagine a future when I could grant you control of my hands or my legs or my speech. What happens when I’m. I’m so used to kissing Gaby and Mom when we hug.”“Would it bother you to kiss me? I’ve never kissed a woman until today, and in the short time that I’ve been here, I have kissed a dozen times, at least.”“Have you kissed, Rita?”“OH YES! More than once.”“Then - Please - kiss me the same way you kissed her. I love the feel of your tall sexy body against mine.”“Hon, you’re the one who has a tall sexy body. I’m wearing heels and I’ve just now learned to relax and feel good about exposing my naked. .. Other than some terrorists who we will send back to their hell.”I continue, “Yes, Ben and I have been given a specific mission.”Thom surprises me when he stands up and adds his two cents, “I believe in what Jennifer has said. They do have a specific mission.”I will certainly need to query Thom about his support later because it really came out of nowhere.Ben continues, “We will of course talk to the security staff that’s on duty individually and not to downplay this whole situation because. I trust you to not push me beyond what I can handle, even though I don't know what those limits are. Can I handle having my boobs whipped? I won't know until I try, and now I no longer have the choice; I imagine that you will whip them, whenever the mood strikes you, and I'll find out then whether or not I can handle it. In any case, I won't go through life wondering whether or not there was some sexual practice that I couldn't handle, because I'll have no say in the matter.Gretchen looked.