He had given her permission but made her stay on the phone with him the entire time, describing what she was doing, saying humiliating things about he...self and finally begging permission to come in her panties for him. Oh, how she had loved that!Diana loved everything about being his possession: loved the feeling of complete surrender to him; loved having no other purpose but to please and obey him; loved knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with her; loved feeling safe and cherished. And then you come forward to me with all thesecomplaints about her!??She shames me and treats me like a silly child.??But, William, that?s the whole point. You are a child! We are justgiving you what you secretly wanted, what you finally asked me for in amoment of candor a year ago.??It was only a fantasy? I never wanted it full time? It?s unendurable tobe treated this way???No, you said 24/7/12, right from the start. No exceptions? You forget.?No escape, be firm, dos as you please.? You. In the six months that they had been living together as two Dominants under one roof, there was one thing that they never discussed: Erica's contest. They shared in the training and discipline of slaves, even slept together on occasion. They shared the most intimate details that two women could have under one roof. But still, they could not discuss the Sword of Damocles that hung above them. Janet had never made any mention of it, nor about what she was doing. She had memorized the. Sam and I waited on the ground while the boys got their packs and locked up the car, we were eager to be going to try and warm up a bit, even summer nights in Scotland were cold and the wind was straight off the North sea, bitingly bitter at best.They helped us to our feet and we all started along the path leaving the copse and the car behind us. We could walk double on the faint track and Sam and I took the point, or rather our nipples did! We set as quick a pace as our bindings allowed, which.