If I everfelt short and found it depressing, I could conceivably put on someheels.The corridor was empty as we both marched to the car park. Sam, desp...teher diminutive size, moved at quite a pace. I made my best attempt tokeep beside her but that speed made my unrestrained chest bouncenoticeably. It was now apparent to me how necessary wearing a brassierewould be in this body. I took stock of my surroundings, just happy tobe out of the dungeon. "What about O'Toole?" I asked about my co-captoras. She was smart, sexy and submissive. We lasted for over a year, when she moved away to go to University. She cried upon my shoulder at the airport, begging me to command her to stay - but I loved her enough to let her go.Deep huh? I still can not fucking believe I let her go.That leaves us here and now. A Master with no slave.There were girls that I rather liked, but none I found that would submit to me how I wished. I wanted full trusting submission from a woman - a virgin to her slave-side,. It was rainy season,and you know how it rains in Bombay. I was about to close my shop and go for lunch, when a couple came in their scooter. The lady was very fair and beautiful. The man wsa skinny, bony and tall. She came to the shop and asked me to take her cloth for stitching blouse. I told her that I am going for lunch, and being Monday afternoon is a holiday. I asked her to come next day. The her husband (Mr Dhar) came near and asked what was the matter. I told him to come on Tuesday. But. It’s just something I need to work through.”“Got caught with your hand in the cookie jar, did you?”I smiled, “Not at all In fact, that’s impossible. I told you quite clearly that I have almost complete freedom in that area.”“Which you would use with my roommate, but not me.”“I’m sorry, OK? Really. But right now, I’m just not in the mood.”She shrugged and put my order in. I pulled out The Economist and started reading about the end of the KGB and the major changes in the Soviet Union. To me,.