I had told my boyfriend to leave me alone with him for the first five minutes so as to get comfortable.He was left infront of the bed,and I went and l...cked the door and told him to strip.I instructed him to call me mistress or maam when inside the bedroom,and if he failed I will punish him,not cumming without my permission and few more.He replied with a” yes”,I said” yes what?”He replied” yes maam.”I smiled at that,he was really a slave material.I asked him”Do you know how to lick a pussy?” ,. I checked myself at that one and realised that I wanted to showmum that I had missed her and that I was pretty. I picked a summerlight-weight dress that was probably getting a little on the small side. Ithad a floral pattern and hugged my quickly developing body, in such a way asto appear a little sexy. I decided not to wear a bra and to wear some of mythong underwear, to ensure that the lines of the dress weren't interruptedby those of a bra and normal panties. I brushed my hair and made sure. I’d run away from the trouble with my mom by going to Sweden, and while I’d had some temporary respite, the problem had still been there when I returned. I’d run away from Jennifer when she’d told me about the move to Seattle and three years later I was still dealing with the fallout from my foolish behavior. I’d run away from my mom once again when I’d moved to Chicago, but then, finally, with help from my friends, I’d broken free of her control. And most recently, I’d run away from Kara when. I walked over and picked up allthe linens, and carried them off to the laundry room down the hall. I turned on the water, stuffed the sheets and pillow cases into the washing machine, and went back to the master bedroom when I heard moaning coming out of Jen's room. I went a few steps further down the hall, and her door was wide open. I looked inside, she was lying on her bed with her legs over the side and feet on the floor, with one hand holding her pussy open while the other was rapidly.