She stood in the door way, not quite ready to come in. The older teen didn’t look any different than she had. Dressed all in black with gothic makeu... and style, her smile was friendly. “Im fine, the princess helped to heal me.” Mercy answered the obvious question. “That’s good.” Rachel said, and then she stepped in and closed the door. “Do you hate me for what I did?” she asked, not quite being able to look the older girl in the eye. “No, not because of that.” Mercy answered cryptically. . She checked herself in the mirror one last time. She knew who it was on the porch before she opened the door and she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.The anticipation of being fucked by a man other than her husband was almost more than she could bear. There had been one other but he was just a boy when she was just a girl in her early teens. Now she was a woman with a family.She had been worried that her then to be husband might notice she wasn't a virgin the first time she slid. The Perception: This is what I commonly refer to as the frame. The frame we build, the scene we set, is the exact opposite of the reality. This is where the overlap with roleplay begins. While you are acting as yourself, the frame you build is that of you holding utter, ultimate, control. It’s about using her as a toy to please you. The frame puts you above her in all aspects, physically and emotionally.Obviously it’s only possible to achieve this level of power-exchange on a constant healthy. The buoy had several lines tied to its bottom eye; they all disappeared into the depths. Heather reached into the ocean and drew up one of the ropes, a short one with a clip on the end that she connected to the bow. The rowboat rotated as the current took over, but then the connection went taut and we were anchored.Heather turned around to smile at us, a look that made me quiver.“This is my little corner of the water,” she murmured, her voice already sounding like it was ready to hibernate.