This compulsion was an occasional topic of discussion at the Tuesday night AA meetings in the basement of Saint Bernadette’s. ‘So how is this week...going Salvatore?’ asked Barb, the facilitator to the group. ‘Oh just great.’ Sal slowly replied, not aware that Barb had caught him staring at her shapely legs, ‘Uh, I did my thing. You know what I mean? Get up at six o’clock, shower, dress, get my Dunkin Donuts coffee, go to work, work, leave work, get my night time Dunkin Donuts coffee, and fall. The people you see who have all the subs, the ones you run into in the BDSM community and at play parties who are successful at finding and keeping partners, the ones who other people naturally seem to defer to? They have those partners and they have that respect because they understand that you treat everyone--including submissives--with respect until you've established a relationship that lets you assume the dominant role.I don't get it. If someone didn't want to be dominated, why would that. Then Mr. Bradley said, “Do you want one?” Her mother hung her head and said yes.“Then strip naked, right now.” Mr. Bradley ordered. She complied. Denise stood there, amazed that her mother gave in so easily.She watched her slowly get naked right in front of her and Mr. Bradley. They both stood watching her strip, and then he said, “I need to take a look.” and he walked around her, touching certain parts of her body. Then he slipped the bracelet on her.“Now, present to me.” Mr. Bradley ordered,. He pulled the bridles off and handed me the lead ropes. The horses still had their halters on.I held them while Pa laboriously removed the harnesses from the horses and hung them up on the heavy pegs in our tack room, a small lean-to shed right outside the big double doors of the barn. Some folks hung their harnesses inside the barn along the wall. But Pa liked them kept separate.I led the two big animals away and when we got to the pasture gate, they followed me on through. The great gentle.