There really IS a Santa Claus!" I sat down in the middle of all my newpresents and started crying.Dad spoke first, " Lisa , we all want you to be happ.... This is our way ofshowing you that we really love you as you are. Now with Mom and Janet's helpI think it's time for you three girls to get dressed. I'm going to put theturkey in the oven, so that we can have dinner sometime today." Honey, just bring your clothes and the brush set. The toys can be put awaylater." Mom then helped me gather up. She was lovely - I still remember her - but compared to you, she was a blow-up doll. "No hurry," I whisper back, and bend my face to your gleaming, flaring pussy. Without a word, you pull your knees back and wide apart. More beautiful still, you are - so open, so submissive, so ready. You reach down with both lovely hands and pull yourself open for me, and turn your head shyly into your shoulder as you show me your deepest, wettest secrets. My eyes are blind with tears; I have never seen such. Both my Daddy and my beloved husband refer to me, in my presence, as 'some wild piece of ass'. And you, dear reader, know essentially that the front of my panties is rarely dry.And so it is not uncommon, during the eight or so hours when we are in any port, and I've left the supervision of swimming pool games to my assistants, that I may treat myself to various pleasures of the flesh. The retailers on our list are large enough so that a manager can disappear into a storeroom for a while with no. " It's from my collaring ceremony. Sir Tim wrote it." What's a collaring ceremony?" It's the ceremony tying a submissive to their Dominant. Kind of like a wedding."Elaine thought about helena's words for a moment. "It must be amazing," she typed."It's hard work, like any relationship. Be careful not to idealise the lifestyle." That makes sense." It's also true that I could never go back. Once you cross the line into real life, you can't." Real life?" Elaine asked, not really.