When their Dad was in town, which was once or twice a month, he went with her. This meant that any time grabbed from either parent was a competition. ...erena did not pout and prance like her younger sister. She didn't learn how to be a Southern belle in the tradition of her mom like her oldest sister. She just fastidiously learned what her father did. It suited her. Finance. Accounting. Ledgers. It was all just so incredibly dry. So utterly un-sexy. But then, that was Serena. She grew up. When we got home, I asked her if maybe she was taking this a little tofar. I told her I was scared. She said that I didn't have faith in her,and I would pay for that. I had to wear stockings, a garter. and panties,every day for 30 days. There was no chance of her unlocking me, and oneweek of additional chastity if I had the nerve to beg. My month is up. My little dickie wants to get hard, my balls are purple,and after eating her pussy for hours every day, she says she has a dealfor me. While. " People who don't know me very well think I have catatonic epilepsy. To the outside world, sometimes I just lock up for somewhere between a few moments to a few days. That makes it a little hard to work, and even harder to have any close friends. But inside, I am not "locked up," I am someone else... and I am often somewhere else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am someone else. When Wayne drops by and takes me somewhere, I am me unless I am Kelly but then. ? Her whisper in my ear escorted me into aworld of tormented dreams, "You mind, and your body, are all mine.? I need to show you these things. There isanother lesson to come." ?Chapter Ten Recover was, inits own way, even more training.? I waskept from feeling too much of the welts, bruises and soreness with some rathereffective painkillers.? I was kept fromseeing the full extend of it all by the blindfolds that I wore nearlyconstantly, throughout the recovery period, except for when I was.