Once in the washroom I stripped completely nude. I brace myself and think about what I was doing. You're cold-calling cock and if this goes wrong this...could go really wrong.I walk out of the washroom naked and start down the hall towards the living room where Dwayne is seated on the couch."Did you find everything alright?" he asks before realizing I'm not wearing anything at all."Well, There's one thing I was looking for..." I said as I got on my knees in front of him.He looks me up and down. I. I’d pretty much been running the house for the last five years. Caroline shifted in her seat and then reached a hand halfway across the table, almost close enough to touch me. ‘You’re a grown man and don’t need a forty-nine-year-old woman telling you what to do, but I’d hate to see you throw your life away like your father did.’ I shook my head and downed the last of the water. The coffee was still too hot for me to drink. ‘I ain’t drinking anymore. I’ve learned my lesson,’ I told her. Then I. My curiosity got the best of me and I sat down on the sofa, put one of the DVDs into his DVD player and turned it on. Then I waited for the sounds to wake him. When he emerged from the bedroom I was sitting on the sofa still wearing his robe, watching the DVD and rubbing my clit furiously.The look on his face could only be described as horrified and humiliated. He started to stutter something and I looked up at him. It dawned on him that I was playing with my own clit and I could tell that. They also changed into very high heels because asJane said, "Nothing ruins a seductive walk towards a restrained slavemore than a domme who stumbles and falls off her heels!" In theafternoon they covered clothing from the submissive's perspective. Afriend of theirs had loaned his slave for the lessons. Patricia wasschooled in the proper way to lace a corset, the use of arm binders andother bondage clothing like shoes, boots, collars and hoods. The eveningfollowed a similar pattern to the.