These arethe true life accounts of the training and some delicious little torments of myboytoy "J"In thesetales I refer to him as "J" to protect his i...entity for now, but oneday, who knows? I may decide to humiliate him quite thoroughly by publishinghis real name and even photos of him crying like a little girl in his agonies,besides the people who know me probably know who he is anyway.But to menow, he is merely and quite literally just a boy toy with emphasis on 'toy' andhe has no identity. It all started the 23rd of December after years of being insulted, punished and abused severely for several years by the nuns, they had planned to ran away this day because is the one that the nuns were working the most, making punch, cookies, and everything for the great dinner that night and the sales of before new year, the plan was simple, escaping in the afternoon when the nuns baked everything they will go apart from the other boys, go for their backpacks and use a hole in the back wall. I serve her by meeting here atthe door with parted lips, downcast eyes, a shy smile, and a cold beveragein hand. I serve her by sweeping the floors daily in heels and a dress. Iserve her by preparing the checks for her to sign, balancing the checkbook,keeping the finances in order for her inspection and approval. She signsthe checks--it isn't a joint account, to protect her from my faults and tokeep me beneath her. She holds all the cards, and she knows it. This factreinforces my submissive,. Wo wapas ayi to m shocked tha she is again in her specs and looking cute again actually use black baby doll dress m dekh k m b flat ho gya tha us p she smiled,She ask me y don’t call me before you arrivedMe :agr call ki hte to muje in sb k about pta ni chltaShe : she makes puppy face bhai ni smjhoge ap is luxury life se pareshan hu m itte friends ni bna pati hr jga jao to guard ya family k sath koi freedom e ni h sbk boyfriend h m akele thi to mne call boys bulaye the to enjoy this evening(She.