On her personal notes she circled her note stating the ownership of women by men. Immediately she felt herself grow wet as her nipples hardened. Jotti...g down her thoughts of a woman belonging to a man and how some women found submissiveness, obedience, and ownership by men a turn on. Many times the men would fuck them when ever and where ever the men wanted to. In such cases the women would be told what they could wear to bed, whether or not they could wear undergarments, and that disobedience. This thought had been happening more and more lately. I'm not sure if it was my desire to try it that was growing, or just the influence of the internet on my mind. I can remember having gay/curious thoughts as far back as my teens. Once after my High School girlfriend went down on me, I found myself thinking about what she was experiencing. My curiosity grew when I discovered internet porn. I was immediately attracted to blowjob and cumshot pictures and movies. Eventually my curiosity led me. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table."You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned."Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup. "Yer just lazy."The bustling figure of her mother interrupted Moira as Abigail sipped at her drink and she was passed a small bag of "butties" to her daughter. She straightened Abigail's shirt while Moira. He pushed her down to her knees and then onto all fours. He pulled her pink panties out of the bag and fitted them over her face so that the crotch covered her nose and she was looking out through the leg-holes--the other panties, bulging from her mouth, keeping her nose free for breathing. Though what she was able to breath was mostly the funk of their stale juices from the night before.He looped the belt in his hands once more then placed it over her head and around her neck, pulling it.