" I imagined contempt in his manner. "Slave," he said, "youmay address me as Baron Thorn, or My Lord, or Master. If youshow disrespect, you will...be punished. If you feel that I treatyou badly, unfairly, slave, you have only to tell me you consentto marriage. I shall not ask you again. So, you see, the choiceis yours, slave, to obey me as a slave, or to obey me as adutiful wife." I said nothing. "Take off those filthy clothes." I did nothing. I was a willful woman, born a. It was this that turned myrelationship with my sister from humiliation into a full-blown d/s one. I knewwhere to get them from - they were in the Victoria?s Secret catalogue - but I couldn?t go in theremyself, so I asked her to do it. She saw the opportunity and from then on, Iwas her slave. Things started off slowly from there; that first night she camehome with the bag, I had to wear the gold panties until the following night,and it caused a lot of problems with our parents beinghome and. I held her tighter than ever, suddenly afraid of losing her. I whispered ‘Mom, I understand and of course I forgive you. I am so sorry I hurt you. You are everything to me and all I could ever deserve. Thank you.’ After we had hashed it out, I felt better and life returned to near normal. I appreciated my mom in new ways, but I also hurt that she had felt she had to mislead me. But back to normal was better and things were better. I got involved in the couple of summer school classes I was. Suddenly she feels Peter hands at her breasts. He sweetly caresses them. He can easily hold each in his long hands. He takes her nipples between thumbs and indexes. He turns them to turn her on. Suddenly she feels like a human machine. The Professor knows which buttons to push and knobs to turn to turn her on. She feels high and horny and gets philosophical. Humans are sexual machines, if you know the right buttons to push! She smiles at her newly found wisdom.Auch, he turns her stiff nips hard.