I confessed almost in tears that not only did i do this, i had these awful perverted thoughts that I fantasized about, while doing so, and that someti...es he, was just not enough.I am so naively honest and just, could not lie to him. I was terrified when he caught me doing this most intimate sinful thing, my mother had also caught me doing it as a very young girl, and had said that nice girls don't do that, and I thought, how could an innocent young girl like me have these thoughts. You would be. He had been enticed into her clutches by his lust for her dominance, his spirit gradually broken under her whips and canes, stripped of his assets and identity, and reduced to a mere plaything by means of torture and humiliation. His perverse lust had led him to the final goal that his sadistic Mistress desired, and now he would face a humiliation that the former proud and arrogant Victorian gentleman that he had once been could never have envisaged before being controlled by the superior. We went back to work and I finished on the F & C machine just after 3pm. As usual, the settings had been fiddled with by someone without the knowledge to know what they were doing. We called these people ‘knob twiddlers,’ since they couldn’t resist changing machine settings despite the fact that it was running perfectly. They created all sorts of problems, but no amount of education or threats seemed to change their bad habits. Oh well, they would keep me in business, I suppose. I started on. He was lying on his back and realized his morning wood was making itself known under the shorts he was wearing."Did you have a dream about me?" she asked, when she realized he was awake."No ... why?" It's hard again," she said.He explained the biology of things to her."So it's not for me?" She sounded disappointed."No," he said firmly."Too bad," she said lightly. "I really like playing with it." Isn't this kind of sudden?" he asked.She nodded. "Uh huh." So don't you think you've experimented.