He'd shown himself able to manipulate me a good bit, but he hadn't wrought any basic changes; I was still the same Nick Volker I'd been before. So whi...e he might have played with my feelings some and tweaked them here and there, they were still my own, and it was appropriate that I act on them without regard to my suspicions about their origin.And the mere fact that I could have such suspicions—as well as other (and considerably deeper) suspicions about not only his own motives and intentions. ..... she is sculpting my body as you have previously sculpted my mind. I am sure of only one thing this day, that I am a slave. I was born to this life and there is nothing else that could ever make me as strong, as alive, and as beautiful as I am right now. I sense that you both agree, and I revel in my beauty. I can see your eyes shining with pride and approval and my eyes fill with tears. All this time, I needed this from you, to see that you approve. I stand now, waiting ......... Afraid. “What is it that you had in mind... had I been a male teacher?”Sylvia walked back towards the desk where Dee was sitting, she had been with other women before, in her previous career, women were always expected to sleep with other women but she had never enjoyed the prospect of same-sex relations, she had merely done it as a requirement... this felt different though.“Had you have been a male teacher, I would have dropped to my knees and done what I do best.”It was so confident; the way her. "By the time they emerged from the salon, their energy levels were appropriately high. They'd gotten the whole works, which meant, basically, a glamour makeover. Everybody who saw them now thought they were a group of twenty-something girlfriends, on a girls' day out.The excitement only built as they got dressed for the banquet. Interestingly, this was when Francine's intuition failed. The slinky, sexy underwear had, in fact, been fun to wear, but at this point there were different thought.