Different people like different things. Some people might think they’re being made fun of, or humiliated, degraded etc. But other people like the ...eeling of the shame. They ENJOY being made to feel that way. Does that make sense?” he asked. “Yes sir.” I answered immediately and I could tell he was disappointed with the lack of thought that went into the answer. “Well… kinda.” I added. “When your br other took hold of you in the truck. He MADE you do what he wanted. He fo rced you into. The last three meals had been about a quarter of what I would've eaten at home. I hadn't been doing anything physical, but I was pretty sure most of my energy went to power my brain's activities which hadn't reduced at all - maybe even increased if constant sight blobbing used additional energy - so I was damned hungry.When I'd finished my breakfast, I said, "Excuse me, but I'm still SERIOUSLY hungry. Could I have some more please?" No. Everyone gets the same."#3: #3: #5: We revisited the empty. A little corset-like undergarment gave me a sweet shape and pushed my tits up nicely, while I wore a loose white blouse above it that covered it almost completely, leaving just enough to the imagination. My hair was pulled up in a sloppy updo that left curly strands hanging down the sides of my face, and I made an exception and put on an excessive amount of make-up, going a little nuts with it as I didn’t use it often. That led to my eyes having dark black eyeliner all around and nice. ”“OK,” Maribel replied, extending her arms outwards, “I am sorry Danny.”Instinctually, I let go of the knot in my robe and proffered a hug to Maribel, telling her it was OK, reminding her that it was not her job to do our laundry. Maribel covered her face with her cupped hands, repeating her apology.Up until that moment, I had not shown any physicalness towards Maribel, choosing to keep my distance, even though I found her extremely attractive.Maribel looked up at me since I am about six foot.