Steadily she released a stream of piss into the bowl, enjoying that rare moment of relief since she wasn’t allowed to piss more than twice a day. It...was one of the rules she followed on her Master’s orders, a Master she had never met and never would. She was slave to a Master who controlled her sorry life over the internet. And Susan was never happier. Ever since she first felt the burning between her thighs as a girl she knew instinctively that all the lovey-dovey stuff her friends talked. “I’ve always wanted to tie someone up and have my way with them. I’m really submissive in bed and I want to be in charge for once.”“You want to tie me up?”Julie bit her lip and nodded.“Would you hurt me?”Julie reached toward Terri’s breast and stopped short. “May I?”“Yes.”Terri sucked air through her teeth as Julie pinched her nipple and then rubbed the sting away.“No more than that and not very much of it. I’m turned on by control not by hurting people.” Julie leaned towards Terri at a sedate. When I was twenty I worked at a resort in the hills of Northern California. I was cooking for a seasonal resort hotel-restaurant. The place was, or still is, in a part of the redwood forest on a secluded stretch of Highway 101, a short walk from the dramatic cliffs and winding trails down to lagoons of the California coast. The job was lousy, but the pay was incredible and the scenery was unbeatable. The main advantage of the place was that it was a beautiful resort, and it was large and. His hands were halfway to her hair when he realized it and, by then, he didn’t have the strength to stop himself. He wanted to touch her. He *needed* to touch her. He pushed his right hand into her hair, groaning inwardly when the cool strands slid sensuously between his fingers, and brought his left hand up to cup her cheekbone. It was such a prominent, feminine curve beneath the drugging warmth of her skin that he had to lean forward and press his mouth against the spot. His lips were parted.