That devious little smile of His came across his face and i knew right there what He was thinking. "Hello, My name is Marie and I'm here to serve you...tonight". She said. "Hmmmmmm....serve us? How wonderful". Daddy said. He made small talk and flirted with Marie for a bit about what kind of wine she liked and what was good on the menu tonight before He finally ordered our drinks and sent her away. Blushing, she left the table. She took a few steps and turned back to look at Daddy. He. You know I was one in the past." Mom you know that Cynthia and her cronies are among the cheerleaders.They will never allow me to join. And even if they do, they will onlymake my life hell."Mom calmly stood before me, "Honey, I have already told the cheerleadersthat I will not tolerate any discrimination towards any hybrid or MORFSafflicted person. Besides, Cynthia and her bunch think that only Footballmatters. The rest of the sports are beneath them. Since I'm thesupervisor, I can make sure. It was about one o’clock when I received a text. ‘babe. looking fwd to meet Sarah. luv u. S’ Until that moment it still seemed like a dream, but the message galvanised me into action. I hauled out the suitcase and laid out Sarah’s clothes on the bed. God, what should I wear? Nothing too tarty – Sarah definitely had a tarty side – but nothing too frumpy. I got it down to two choices, a floral print summer dress or my little black dress. I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom and held up. Not like I had for Lucy, not romantic full-blown love, but I recognised her as a dominatrix on my wavelength. My body started to want her. To need her as it needed Lucy. She could sense the surrender in me, the surrender to her, personally. She punished me for it as my reward, bringing me to a screaming edge of agony and rapture. I hung in my ropes, panting, vision red and black with pain while she circled the riding crop around my clit, waiting until she knew I wouldn't cum before each.