“Get out.” The command was soft-spoken, without emotion. Scott started sobbing uncontrollably. He had disappointed his Daddy. He had been a ve...y bad boy. He had disrespected the man whom he wanted to own his very being. As experienced as Scott was in the lifestyle, this novice, this guy who had never dominated anyone else in his life, was controlling him in ways he’d never imagined. Scott became hysterical: crying, pleading, and throwing a temper tantrum the likes of which couldn’t be. He thought she was beautiful. Amber arrived fifteen minutes later bringing a bottle of Amaretto and sweet and sour mix for the drinks. She walked through the door wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a whit tank top with spaghetti straps. You could tell she was not wearing a bra, her nipples were sticking out through the material. Her legs were so perfect and tan and just seemed to go on and on. Her long sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She looked amazing. Jess heard Amber. I only hoped to God that it was just because I was pregnant."Mister Warner is always in at this hour, Detective," he said haughtily, thankfully interrupting my train of thought. "But he's busy with dinner and can't be disturbed. Important guests, you see. Perhaps you should call back in a few hours."I sighed. It wasn't fair to have to use the easy way through him. I wanted to make him give up, and he wanted to dominate me into backing down. I was going to violate the rules and part of me didn't. " Chicken curry just happened to be one of Susan's favorite meals. "Hang tight, I'll bring some down for us."I returned down the stairs, with two heaping bowls of yellow curry over rice. Susan was just coming out of the bathroom as I was sitting down. Eating together, she looked more comfortable than she had been all day. We spent the evening down there, catching up on various reality shows judging the singing, dancing, and various talents of contestants. It was our usual ritual, whether we.