“I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under t...e government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too filled with dreams of last night to think properly. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a shiver at the unmistakable punch of lust it gives. As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast “. My mom turns her head around the doorway “morning sweety. Let me make some. Wanting to cry. Wanting to hurt him. Hating the safe feeling that I have.…why didn’t you come to me, my apartment, hold me like this, where were you, this is what I want, why didn’t you come, why why why…His hand is caressing my head, speaks softly to me, “I’m sorry…this won’t happen again…”He places me back on my hands and knees. I don’t even care. So exhausted. So spent. I feel my ao dai pulled up over my bottom again. I feel off center, like I want to fall over. The pain is finally. Oh, and by the way, since it’s your birthday, you may ask for my permission to orgasm.” “Sir, may the girl cum? Please Sir, may I?” “Not now.” He turned off the vibrator and took the dildo from her. She thought she was going to pass out from frustration. She was so close. “I have a gift for you. Jewerly.” Jamie watched as Mathew took a thin long chain out of a small box. Attached to the chain, about eight inches from each end, was a golden loop that fit around each nipple. Mathew secured the.