Tasha wasn't the kind of woman who shied away from her looks. All of her clothing seemed to hug her body close or even squeeze her a bit. She never lo...ked like she had just thrown something together on the way out either; it was always an "outfit" and often black or in some deep rich colour. She admitted once she liked the contrast against her skin. She always seemed a touch out of place, cheering and yelling at the big screens, but she was enthusiastic, and she certainly knew the game. She. It’d take an awful lot of time and influence to completely change someone’s personality. I think it’s a good thing. I like enjoying people for who they actually are. ‘You can make women vastly less inhibited, and the ones you fully dominate will pick up your desires and become comfortable with them, but it’s not like you’re wiping the slate clean when you claim them. You shouldn’t think you’re brainwashing anyone.’ ‘I shouldn’t?’ ‘Well,’ Monica shrugged a little, ‘more importantly, unless you. He had brought a 6 piece of 1/2 hemp rope you know the rough fuzzy kind, this rope had a bunch of knots tied in it every few inches. With Sharon bending over the hood he took the rope that had a big knot on one end and a piece of duct tape and taped it to the small of her back just above the dimples of her ass cheeks and let the rope dangle down between the crack in her ass. He then had Sharon stand up straight and unlocked the cuffs, re locking them with her hands behind her back. This was. Now she was a symbol of what Marion was missing, and it was killing her. Obsessive distraction was with her constantly, even at work... Marion's current team leader was named Dominic Somethingorother - it was a Hawaiian name that nobody could seem to get their tongue around. The team was all female, and management referred to them as Dom's Harem, even on more or less official documents. Dom thought it was funny, and in whispered conversations among the harem it was apparent that if he wanted,.