That she did it without complaining showed me how much her submissive tendencies were blossoming on their own.In the basement, I had her kneel in the ...arpeted floor. With her hands behind her back, her boobies thrust out from her chest, rising and falling with her breathing. I noticed how the nipples quivered from her excitement, or perhaps her fear."Cross your hands behind your back," I ordered.I bound her wrists with an old silk scarf of hers. My hand caressed her back and slid slowly down. Sanchez a beer that she took gratefully, if for no other reason than for the distraction. “I think if I took you up on it, I’d have trouble stopping. I get the feeling that hitting you would be addictive. That’s not what I was thinking though.”She nodded even though she blanched at my declaration that I wouldn’t want to stop hitting her. “So what were you thinking?” she asked.“I was thinking about going back to the one place I was free of you and my brother,” I told her. “You tracked me down in. Rawlings,’ I replied, shaking her hand. ‘Were you with a MASH unit in Iraq?’ Yolanda nodded her head. Her gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes. She asked, ‘How about you?’ ‘Nah, I was with the Marines in the First Gulf War followed by a scenic tour of beautiful downtown Mogadishu a year later.’ I replied, watching Yolanda chew while she listened. My pulse quickened from her obvious approval. It had been a long time since a woman had taken an interest in me. Yolanda was an ebony. I stared at her and said, “no you can’t, you must complete it now and submit”, why delay when you can do it in time.She was stunned at my behavior but somehow took to writing again without uttering a word and simply looking down. She finished the work in next 15mins and we submitted it together. She hugged me and thanked me for the help and we went home. That night we were chatting and suddenly she asked– Why are you so dominantMe – What? What did I do?She – You made me write, I couldn’t even.