This idea was starting to get real, real quick as Maxine was bitching on about being home late and missing the start of "Coronation Street" on TV.I ju...ped out and opened the sliding door behind Maxine before grabbing a heavy box from the workbench and dropping it with a thump in the back of the van. Whilst in the van I grabbed a couple of plastic electrical ties and a strip of duct tape. I placed the strip of tape hanging from the top of the door and kept the ties in my hand while Maxine. It wasobvious she had no bra on. Her nipples were easily visible and perky."Want some coffee?" she asked. I said sure and sat down."I need to ask you a question." Sure," she said placing a hot mug of coffee in front of me. "Ask away." The other day, as we finishing what we started, you kneed me hard. Why?"Janet put her mug down, took a deep breath and looked me squarely in theeyes. "Do you remember saying you were somewhat submissive?," I nodded."I wanted you to realize that I was in control.. . with an adoption lawyer," she said in a hushed voice, the blush blazing in the intermittent light from the street lights and occasional passing car.I was, to be honest, shocked. Lillian Haverstaam is a handsome woman in her late thirties with the body of a gymnast. It never would have occurred to me that she was gay, never mind had a partner and was trying to adopt a baby. "I ... see," was what slithered out of my usually more controlled mouth in a tone that was almost puzzled. "And I take it. ...those types of feelings to radiate in that area of a man's body? Of course, I could scarcely consider myself a man at this point. I had been taken, topped, seeded and subdued by a clearly superior Black Master and my body was betraying my brain by responding positively to the rough and brutal nature of Master's sexual needs. And my own needs, as well, but ones that went far beyond just sex and mixed and melded with my irresistible desire to serve, to be submissive, to be owned by another. I.