Your captor ignores your words and the feather moves down dancing around your pubic area and your inner thighs. Your laugher is mixed with moans, your...hips thrust in the air begging for the feather to dance across your clit. It stops..."So you want me stop...No more...is that what you want?" Softly the feather dances across your clit. Something between a moan and no escapes your lips. It stops again..."are you sure?" the feather again dancing across your clit faster this time. "Don't stop". Second you will dress in what I give you without complaint. Third you bath and wash me every night and then you bath yourself in front of me, the in scents I give you. Fourth you will speak only when spoken too and fifth you will do what I say when I say. For example if I tell you to suck my cock you will do so then and there even if it’s in a room filled with people. When we are in the dining hall you will sit on the floor next to me. Anywhere else you will be either on the floor, beside me in. His mouth found mine and we kissed lustfully."Give me your knickers," he whispered.My knickers were like a touchstone to me, to surrender them to him meant he was in control of my body for as long as he held them. I reached under my skirt and wriggled them down my thighs and off and handed them to him."Good," he said with a big smile.His lips found mine again and this time his hand moved up my legs and his figures teased my already wet pussy. I spread my thighs just a little to encourage him. I do the cooking and grocery shopping too. You see a lot of good looking mothers in a grocery store. But I figure there is danger lurking. Somewhere in the future, someone is going to come after us. It will probably be the government. After all, one of the points of our movement toward the next generation is to poke a bit of a hole in consumerism. That won't go over well in the most powerful circles of this country. And our present administration likes to be in a position of total control. We.