Just as I had expected Steven fell silent, as if afraid to even open his mouth. What I didn’t expect, however, was to hear Mrs. Facelli speak, her v...ice soft and gentle, oddly unthreatening given the situation, and almost… caring… tinged only ever so faintly with a sadness she couldn’t fully hide. ‘I thought that you might understand,’ Mrs. Facelli spoke quietly, lowering her sunglasses from her eyes and holding them in her lap. ‘Feeling trapped,’ she continued. ‘Feeling powerless, as though. Cindy. Ms. Cindyhad an extensive fem Dom background. Her own mother gave her rule overher father at age 12. She would regularly tie him to the whipping horseand blister his pantied bottom while her mother sat by laughing andencouraging her promising her rewards for doing a good job. Every one ofher girlfriends knew about and had seen both her father and her twobrothers sissified, punished, bound and gagged as well as serving aswenches would serve.Cindy's mother taught her early on that the. I easily surrender my reality for an hour of my imagination, and for the time being my orgasm can be my only release. I am alone with my thoughts as I go back into the house and up to my room. I pull out the purple silk chemise from the hiding place at the back of my dresser and slip it on, as it reminds me of our time together. I slip back into bed, my skin heats up with arousal as I am consumed by this burning desire for you. My fingers trace the path of passion that you have engraved upon. Her hands moved from my breasts to grip my elegant silk shirt, and then with a convulsive heave she tore it open, sending the small pearl-shaped buttons scattering across the room like grapeshot. I gave a shriek as my daughter stripped it away to each side and tugged it partly off my shoulders. Her hands went back to my breasts, gripping them much harder through the flimsy lace of the lightweight, soft fabric summer bra that I was wearing. Chloe hooked her finger into the linking band.