. first, I am too young to be going through ‘the change’, as it is often called, and I appreciate your worry, but I assure you that I am OK. Your ...ather leaving, was a blow to my ego and I am still recovering from all that, so let’s go and surprise the girls, Loverboy.”“MOM! Stop it — you know Claire has started calling me that too. There’s nobody to blame, except you for that ... you know,” I chuckled.We got in the car and started the drive to the McArthurs.“Get over yourself, Charles .... I continued exploring her naked body, moving my hands up her long legs, up her thighs and then started gently massaging her pussy. ”Are you ready for me?” ”Yes! Oh, yes!” she whimpered. My cock was throbbing at this point, but I wanted to play with her a little longer. ”Not just yet, hon,” I teased. She let out a frustrated sigh. I went to the cupboard by the bed, and pulled out a set of rubber anal beads. I dangled them in front of her and said ”I want you to get these nice and wet for. But you know you have no choice. (Later that afternoon)You are dressing in the clothes I have provided when I come into the room. There is a white blouse, a plaid skirt, knee high white socks and black shoes. Your hair is in pigtails and given your petite body and innocent face, you have the look of someone 10 years younger. I walk up to you and kiss you lightly on the lips. You need some reassurance so you wrap your arms around me and pull yourself in close to me. “Everything will be fine.” I. " Did he agree?" my mother asked.I nodded."When did he agree?" she asked carefully."A month ago," I said quietly, "and next Saturday I am going to kneel at his feet and offer myself to him as his lifelong slave. I want you to be there, mother." You want me to come watch my daughter be humiliated like that?" she shrieked."No," I said calmly, "I want you to come and watch me enter into a relationship that is even more committed than marriage." My mother was speechless. It was clear that she.