Recovering quickly, Julie offered a hand to help Jase back to his feet. Standing again, Jase bowed his thanks."I really did a job on you. What can I d... to help?"Julie replied, "my driver and rig are over at the livery, The same one I saw you leave earlier. He will take me home where I can clean up and change."Jase said, "That's good. I am staying in the hotel just across the street. I was on my way to get something to eat."Then Julie had an idea and she said, "Tell you what, why don't you go. He made contact through email. Sure enough he sent his messages from a gmail account but the computer he used was on the Columbia University network. He had become sort of his advisor on this project and they were in frequent contact. The plan was simple. Remove the props supporting her current personality and replace them with a structure that created a new self-image. Once the image was created she would herself seek to support it and slowly, over months, the newly grafted personality would. Without saying anything, I bound her wrists together in front of her with the bondage tape I had left in the coffee table drawer. “The bra and panties were very pretty, but I told you earlier that the only clothes you were to wear in this house was your shoes. Didn’t you hear me?” “Yes sir. But I thought you were kidding.” “When it comes to my instructions for your body, you don’t think. You just do.” She smiled and responded in her most demure voice, “Yes Sir. I’m sorry sir.” I ran a finger. She lifted my quivering chin, staring into my hazel eyes. "Old chum, I'm about to show you how a real lezdom operates. Not a pretend one like your sorry-ass!" Her boots enabled her to tower over me, enhancing her dominant attitude. She then spit on my face which dripped obscenely down my cheek.Not wanting to show her my fear or tears I stood tall. Although I felt humiliated and debased, my pussy was leaking like a thatched roof. "How did you even know about me?" I asked curiously."Research, my.