Mistress introduced me to Oxycontin to relieve the pain. Oh, yeah!It did a lot more than that. I felt like I was floating across the room.My taskmist...ess showed me how swiveling my hips, as women do, was notonly a natural result of walking in heels, it actually made the processsmoother, more graceful-looking. She even set up a full-length mirror inthe living room to make it possible for me to see myself as I practicedin my towering heels.We worked at it all day, every day. 'Sable' came out to. Marcia’s knees trembled and she actually felt herself getting excited. She could only blush and stare blankly ahead, she dare not speak.“Go and fetch me a cup of coffee, girl.” Obediently Marcia did so, glad to be moving but hating walking naked across the open plan office. Now everyone had seen her. There were more comments about her small boobs, how her bum looked spotty, how weak and pale she was, but worse was when they noticed her sex was glistening.After placing the coffee on her. I never knew how one persons absolute control could make me feel so calm and be such a stress relief. It's becoming something I crave. His dominance is reserved for me and my submission is for him. Only. No one else gets that from me. No one else sees that side. Only him. I am his to control and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our unique situation. I am married, but take my commands from. I could not stop thinking of all the naughty things we have done in the past. I placed a hand on her sexy breast. I squeezed every so gently. Excitement ran through me, thinking of how much she gets turned on when I lick her nipples. I slowly stroked my thumb across her nipple. It went hard and I did it again. She let out a small moan. I felt encouraged so I stroked her nipple softly. I then licked her nipple softly with my tongue. I started to lick round and round her nipple. It began to turn.