I explained my constant dreams and fantasies where I always played the roleof the submissive sissy and the effect this had on me. When I told MissRach...l that my name in these fantasies was always Sophie she graciouslyagreed that I could keep that name. She began to tell me a few thingsabout herself, I learnt she had trained a number of real life sissy maidsin the past but currently did not own any.She told me a number of stories about how she had humiliated her girls.Each story turned me on. I have access to all his credit cards, I take care of everything he needs. It makes me hot to know that I have him now, controlling him and getting what I want, when I want it. Again, doing what was your job is so easy for me and it was so hard for you. You didn't want to be a wife Linda, you wanted an atm. But instead you got nothing and I got it all. When you left and wrote a letter saying you had everything you wanted, I not only took your man, but all of your stuff, and one of the most. Why don't you give Steve a little encouragement when we go to the opera Friday night. Just a tiny bit. Might wake you up. And might wake your husband up."I was gobsmacked. Learned that word in an English mystery I read, and it was definitely appropriate here. What you do in that situation is change the subject. So I asked her whether she thought this Baby Doe opera would be any good. It worked, and the subject didn't come up againBack at work I was so busy I almost forgot about the. Her breathing quickened when she felt him rejoin her on the bed. “Wait! I’m not sure about this!” her brain wanted to scream out, but his lips on hers silenced those rebellious thoughts. She felt heat coursing through her, her nipples tingled, she felt the wetness gathering in her sex. She wanted desperately to take his head in her hands and guide him to where her need was strongest but with her hands tied, she was at his mercy. He suckled at her breasts, and kissed her navel. His tongue traced.