‘Do you want to come with me,’ she asked. Just the way she asked and looked at me, I knew she wanted me to say no. She was just asking because I ...ade her feel bad. I was pretty pathetic dressing up the dining room chairs. It was a good idea at the time, I thought. It did give me something to do, picking out what each chair would wear. ‘I can’t,’ I said looking over at the guys sitting around the table and suddenly feeling wanted and needed, just as George and Mary Bailey felt when they looked. " You apprehensively move your hand toward my rigid cockagain, but too slowly. I grab your wrist firmly and moveyour hand to my cock. I help you wrap it around me and showyou how to stroke it and with how much pressure. "Nowkiss the head, princess, " and you bow and kiss thehead gently. I put my hand on top of your head and guide youtoward it again and you repeat your kiss. "Take itin your mouth, sweetie, suck Daddy's cock like a goodlittle girl." As you open your lips I press you downon my. Her resort to vulgarity at terribly funny moments. I remember looking at her and realizing I could definitely see myself holding her in my arms and kissing passionately. I had a hunch she was an amazing kisser. There was a smoldering sexuality just below the surface. One of those women you just know are voracious in bed. It didn’t take long to find out. As we got ready to leave I wondered what her impression of me had been. Would she want to see me again, or would she cut her losses and move. "Everything you see is what you have created, every part of me screams of your touch and my subservience to you. How will rings in my body alter anything?" Shush," she said, placing a finger to my lips. "I want you to be ringed, to be permanently pierced, to carry symbols of your complete slavery to me in your body. It will always remind you of your status but I mainly want you ringed so that I know you have given yourself to me completely, to know every time I see them that you have given me.