“Ladies, what do we do next? Sure, I have the Domme look, but it just hit me I’m really not very up on the lifestyle. Molly Anne, you probably hav... a better idea on how to dominate. Hell, Rachel, you probably are the sort of experienced submissive who can guide a new Domme.Rachel smiled. “Thank you ... ma’am.” She dropped her voice so only the other two could hear. “At this point, don’t worry about more than acting authoritative. You don’t need to flog anyone, or tie him or her up, to be. I clenched my jaw and looked away from her. My eyes settling on the falling snow outside the window. My mind felt like those flakes, drifting in the wind, pushed this way and that. No focus, no thought, just white serenity. Who was I? Why was it important? Suddenly I knew that this moment was important. This moment would be one that I’d look back on and realize that it made or broke my entire life. It seemed so petty but I sensed it.It had always meant so much to me to be the kind of person. That is until the whispers turned to screams...I still couldn't tell what the voices where screaming, but I knew that theywere angry. I felt guilt unlike anything I'd ever experienced beforegnawing at my soul. If the earlier whispers were letting me know that itwas good to be fucked, the screams were telling me it was bad to cumwithout permission. I remember being scolded before, a room full of sissiesmocking me as I lost sissy chicken to my own slave...the humiliating stingof my bratty. The colonel looked Ferro directly in the eye. "You haven't deviated from your previous presentations and postings on your ship designs. I am impressed. I'm not entirely convinced that certain ships of our navy couldn't be retrofitted to meet the transport needs of your kill vehicles or your new combat ship. You should consider these larger ships as an area of potential compromise." I'm not a part of the negotiating team, Colonel," Ferro said."I recognize the point, Mr. Aramingo, but you are in.