The best ones seemed to be in the BDSM category. She came across one story about an older woman, about thirty-five, who wanted to do all kinds of thin...s but couldn't unless she was told. If she were told, she could obey, effectively shifting responsibility for her embarrassment or humiliation to the man who ordered her to obey. She wasn't 'bad', or 'nasty' or 'loose' or 'slutty'. She was just 'obedient'. She just did as she was told. Then she could live with the pleasure such situations gave. She wanted to get outside before the sun and heat got unbearable. She threw her hair into a clippie, exchanged her Capri’s for a pair of jean shorts, and off to the porch she went. Suddenly, she was typing a million miles a minute. That neighbor must have really gotten her juices flowing. Kat heard the lawnmower but it didn’t intrude into her thoughts. She zoned out and wrote, her long fingers flying over the keyboard. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, but Kat started coming. I had to concentrate onmy posture. At first I felt standing straight was conspicuous becausemy breasts did push out more than if I slouched. However, as I lookedat other women (other women!) I realized that the attractive ones allhad their backs straight and seemed perfectly normal. It took awhile before it became semi-natural for me but withconcentration I soon became accustomed to the discipline. If I were tobe a lady I should act like one!Inwardly I was happy I didn't buy a larger cup. But as a young business woman abroad you have been missing one thing, and you're looking forward to that changing when you get home and fall into your lovers arms. Still, it's been too long and you have been looking for a chance to have some fun. After finishing your early morning swim and sun bathe you walk past a woman that you have noticed has been watching you all the time you've been at the pool. You walk close past her deliberately and offer a smile which is retuned. You also notice that.