In addition to assuming the many positions of submission and service that are second nature to the slave girl, I was also compelled to lavish my atten...ions on a variety of objects - kissing and licking the floor, on my knees, or taking a whip handle in my mouth, my eyes half-closed in an ecstasy of submission, or kneeling with my thighs and breasts wrapped around a vertical pole, caressing it helplessly with my hands and lips. I was made to beg my unseen audience to allow me to serve them, to. As she started walking towards the exit, she involuntarily tilted her head back and found the same man looking at her. Their eyes met for a split second, but she quickly turned around and walked off. The journey home wasn’t going spectacularly well. There was that awkward silence and tension was lingering in the air. So Celeste resorted to looking through the car window. She was quietly admiring the view, no matter how dull it looked in winter. The fields that would be green with meadows in. Your desire for submission is deep within you, so powerful, that you apparently need to feel my dominance at all times to be truly satisfied. That is why you attempted your little revolt today – as powerfully as I might have broken you when you were in my throne room a month ago, once you were on the march, you began to miss my power; to crave demonstrations of my control. So, you challenged me in order to force me to assert my dominance once again."And alas, as much as I have enjoyed breaking. Many things went through my mind, didn't know what was happening, but I knew that this man, was sincere, kind and honest and never had to fear him. The thought of his wife expecting us, sent chills through my body. At this point in my life I never been to bed with a woman, but always had a wanting to find out. I asked him what he meant she was expecting us, and he explained that his wife was Bi, but if I didn't want any part of her it would be ok with her and she would understand. Thoughts were.