If this relationship was going to work, Chris had to be put into submission and under my complete control.Inexplicably, this felt like a turning point...in our relationship. This lifestyle was either going to be real and we were going to live it, both inside the bedroom and out, or it was just some internet-fantasy type game. I quickly came to the conclusion that if Chris wanted the latter, I couldn’t be a part of it.I took one last deep breath and walked into our bedroom. Chris was standing. He picked up the remote and hit the play button and the music started playing softly in the background. He had collected as many versions as he could find of “The Way You Look Tonight” and burned a CD which he played continually as he worked in his office. Amy arrived at Professor Daniels class later than she had wanted to that Monday and which forced her to go directly to her seat near the back of the hall. She looked down at Marc who was surrounded by students at the front of the hall. He. "You haven't been out as Natalie, right?" she asked, her hand on the doorknob. He shook his head. "Well, about time you did - and had some funtoo. Look, I've seen what you can do as her. Just be her again, rightnow. Come on." Without further ado she opened the door and stepped outinto the warm night air.Dylan hesitated, closed his eyes, then thought to himself: Be Natalie.It's Natalie's night out. Just be her.It was Dylan who had walked into that building half an hour earlier, ButNatalie was. “No you fucking don’t you little whore” he said as he pushed me face down into the stairs. He grabbed my wrists in his hands and wrapped a belt around them. He tied me to the railing of the staircase. He yanked down my pants breaking the button and zipper. That shit owes me jeans I thought to myself. He yanked my panties to the side.“Spread your legs baby girl” he demanded in my ear softly. I spread them for him. He smacked my ass hard-I jumped and moaned. I heard him spit and I felt two.