I decided we should cuddle and she agreedAfter a while I put my hand up her jumper but found her bra hindered my furtherprogress so with the other han... I started stroking her leg which was nice BUT I was not allowed past the top band of her stocking ( worn in my time).After a fair amount of kissing cuddling and stroking her attitude changed.She said if I wanted to see more we should go down to our cabin in the knowledge that mother and father were with the Captain and friends.We went down to. . some of the interpretations are pretty weird. The dominant wolf- or dog- in a pack doesn't go around picking fights, and he doesn't get his jollies bossing someone. Dominance simply means that when he DOES feel the need for things to go a certain way, they do. Tonight, the dominant one wants to breed me- and I will be bred.He leans towards me then, and takes my nipple in his mouth, bites gently and then smiles at me. "Let's go upstairs."I know, if I wanted to, I could say no, and he would. He wiggled. She kissed him againand went into the house.Billy was left in turmoil of feelings. Left to cut the large lawn.Chained, corseted. Tied like a slave to the mower. Exposed. With eachand every step it hadn't changed, each step he took sent so manyfeeling charging through him. Everything was so tight, the stockingswere unbelievable. They slid a bit on his pantyhose, then were tuggedup, then became alive as they massaged. He couldn't take his mind offof it, between the stockings and the. I read his words over and over. I was amazed at myself for feeling so tremendously aroused by his degrading, abusive writing.My mind struggled to understand why I felt so excited. I am not really a feminist, far from it I suppose, but I do believe in feminine equality, and yet this message that so thrilled me, was so degrading and demeaning.His messages continued in this vein for some weeks. Time and again I was disgusted at myself for spending time with someone like that, but again and again I.