Mona didn’t know it yet, but she was headed for my household, to become one of my concubines. She was going to experience something of a transformat...on of her character and her soul in the process. She was going to think that this was her choice, and her salvation. She was going to love me utterly and single mindedly. She was going to be my property, and she was going to be grateful to me for accepting her as my property.I knew all about her panic attacks. She was 25 and I was 50. I had known. The choice was easy: you met up at the same restaurant you had been to on many occasions back when you were still in high school. Now, with both of you going to different universities, it's actually been quite a long time since you last went here.The waitress walks by with the menu, but you already know what you will order: you just can't resist their delicious chicken legs (with extra mayo). You look over at Amy to see if she is just as quick at making the choice.You always found her to be. He can’t believe he wants more. He feels his cock stir to the affections. If he were fully awake, he’s sure he’d have a raging hard-on by now.Lips now caress his inner thighs. A tongue softly swirls across and a low moan escapes his lips as long nails tickle over his outer thighs. Hot breath touches the base of his member. The feeling of his balls being sucked one by one comes over him—hard then soft, hard then soft.Daniel wakens more, but not fully, not yet. His cock stiffens cock stiffens as. “Do you have to tie them?” I whispered as she stood back to admire her handiwork. I would have happily sat with my legs spread if that’s what she wanted, but I was overcome by embarrassment and a slight feeling of shame because she’d actually tied me in this position.“Trust is an integral part of obedience,” she instructed. “By agreeing to obey me you’re also agreeing to trust my judgement. That I can read you and wont do anything to you that you don’t really want me to do. Do you trust me,.