My rank and command badges proud upon my tunic. Her hand gently cups my neck and draws me into the hall. Gently pulling out my slave collar, she smile... and my heart begins to thunder, the black and silver links symbolizing her black hand and will intertwined in all aspects of my body, mind and spirit, no aspect of my self or my life not filled with the central truth of her ownership.Pressing her lips to mine she kisses me with the kind of wild abandon that takes my breath, drives all thought. Before I knew it, I could feel that she was wet and I knew that I had aroused her even in her sleep. Of course I was rock hard now! Then her eyes opened and I froze. Like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I didn't have a defense.She took a second or two to get her bearings, then shocked me when she whispered, "Don't stop hon. That feels good, will you do it some more? I miss Bob and the good feelings when he touches me there. " I was dumbfounded to say the least. My 32 year. Dad said he’d get it, and we heard him open the door and ask, “What can I help you with?”“We’re here to pick up our granddaughter,” a man said.“We know she’s here,” said a woman’s voice.Dad stepped out and shut the door behind him. I grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1. The dispatcher asked me what the emergency was and I told them that two people, who had a restraining order against them to keep them away from my girlfriend, were at my house demanding to see her. I told them that my father was. I began to feel that he was hitting me slightly more strongly now, but the sensation was still pretty insignificant. However, in order not to let him suspect anything, I started to moan to fake at least some sort of suffering.This went on for five minutes, after which my executioner pointed at my skirt. Ah, exactly what I had been waiting for! I pulled it up as high as I could, and he seemed satisfied. Again, I looked at Lily to check out her expression. I wasn’t sure whether she had any.