“Screwed up?” Tommy asked.“Yeah, dug out the info folder to see where orientation is, but it’s not even tomorrow. Doesn’t start till Wednesd...y.”“So uh…”“Yes, I’m going to join you. At least that’s what I wanted to do - if you think it’s okay.”“Okay?” Tommy did a couple of quick up and downs, paying special attention to the bare legs stretching from the bottom of the short robe. It was the same one Charlene had worn that afternoon. No buttons and still no belt. She held it loosely closed with. He moved off a bit and started working out the line. I had heard of fly casting but had never seen anyone who knew how to do it. His long sturdy looking legs were planted in the sand and his upper body moved like a dancer's, gracefully working the long rod back and forth as 50 or 60 feet of line shot out. The muscles of his arms and back tensed and relaxed with the rhythm of the cast. Less boring I thought. He released the cast and that clump of feathers landed 60 feet out in the bay with a. ”“More or less, yeah. Since you’re new, I want to be clear that we keep this place locked up tight because we’re keeping them out of our space, and not that we’re trying to keep them in anywhere.”I nod. “That’s nice to know, certainly. Like I said though, I’m not judging anything yet.”A momentary pause is broken with the words “Come with me.”Suddenly there is a hand in mine and it’s pulling me down the hall. Everything around me is partly concealed by the rushing blur of motion flying straight. I told him that life would be a little different with me in charge and I wanted lots of loving, lots massages, lots of caressing, lots of being being pampered, lots of hugs and kisses and lots of him saying ‘yes’ instead of ‘no’ when I want something.We considered some of the other things that we had read on the web such as corporate punishment, contracts and sissyfication and even cuckolding but agreed that these were a little far off track for what we wanted. We both agreed however, if the.