”Yes Master I do” I replied “Not a weekend role, not a vanilla plaything that wants to bail out once training becomes tough?” He asked. His bl...e eyes bore into mine.”No Master, a I want to serve, be trained and become a sub to you” I said. My cock was almost breaking the lock on my cage.“I’m very demanding. I want a sub that does not think for itself, that has only one goal in its pathetic life, to make sure I am happy” he smiled. His perfect white teeth made him look so handsome.”Yes Master, I. A scan through my picture files came up with one slightly less hideous and I replaced it on my page. Funny this, I thought, I was contemplating leaving Facebook and then a blast from the past drops onto my screen. Reclining in my chair, I cast my mind back to younger more vibrant days. Foolish and headstrong, stubborn days, too. Times when I could have done with an older head on young shoulders, more patience and understanding, less selfishness, more consideration. In retrospect, I wonder how. The end of the tram line met with a cable car, caught high on steel wire, swinging in growing breezes. Open, exposed, a frail bar to hold her, she got in, artfully matching its constant movement. She faced mountainside knowing he would follow her. The air grew colder, drying the dancer'sweat. Land fell beneath as city edges began to show. The once towering omnipresent encompassing outstretched arms of Christ grew smaller and more human as Claudia soared. At the tree-line half way point she got. My face burned withshame and I couldn't even deny it since my expression gave me away.I stammered and stumbled for words but found nothing available. I hung myhead and tried to become invisible. I'd never felt such shame. And I'dnever felt so excited either. My submissive nature was kicking in and Ifound myself becoming aroused despite my better judgement and physicalability.Beth took my hand and said, "Its ok, I understand. I've been doing a lotof research on the subject and I get it. You.