As time went by it got a lot easier. I had to take the first step and get used to sharing. It has taken time and a lot of patience to take this climbs...as the first 3 months, later it been really easy to get throw this. Yes there are still points that are hard. But as they say life goes on. If my dom says no I respect that and will not do it even if it sounds tempting. Can say he’s got a firm hand on me. He can keep me in line. I fall out of line he punishes me. I can say I do not like. As conceited as that may seem, you have a need to know this information in order to get my story. Like I said, I’m 18. When I was in high school, I was made fun of almost incessantly. They’d had various nicknames for me: Mantis because I was so thin (not my fault), Ginger because of my hair (not my fault either, except it’s more brown now), Pancake because of how flat I was (I was 12, pretty self-explanatory) and there were loads more that I can’t remember right now because it’s been so long. You would be NOTHING without me, do you understand that?" I nodded, feeling a bit scared, and turned on. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and backed me against the couch. "You are mine. I own you. This new little attitude you have is not cute. I'm done putting up with it." He spun me around and bent me over the couch and roughly pulled my jeans down. He ripped my thong off, breaking the left string, and smacked me hard on the ass. I screamed and lifted my ass in the air, feeling my. Swirling her tongue over and around it several times passing over the slit. The warm tongue paused and I felt it slide in as deep as it could.My hips pushed up and she gasped as my cock touched the back of her throat. My hands reached out and held her head still as I fucked her mouth. I came again, filling her mouth with my warm seed.She managed to swallow it all and said, "There's one more to go, fuck my ass!"Turning away from me she moved onto her hands and knees as I got behind her. Looking.