I thought it was very sexy.The old Liz would have been fearful, afraid of the intense sexuality that began to dominate my life. But instead I felt a p...easure with every day, anticipation of my next orgasm, and a lightness of spirit that was entirely new. I found myself dressing myself far more erotically, flaunting my figure, my breasts, my long, shapely legs. Tighter blouses, often without a bra, higher skirts, tighter shorts, and higher heels. And I caught myself smiling almost all the time.. It was incredible. I loved it so much. My heart pounded in my chest. I licked my lips and stretched my back. This was such a wondrous night. Worth it delaying our trip by a day.But it would only be a day. If the queen threw any more obstacles before us, I would make her into my bitch. I would break her like I did Pradu. The queen would spend the rest of her life crawling after me with her daughter.The only thing keeping me from doing that was the destabilization it would cause. Naith. It would. I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very logical choice.After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a point were she was satisfied I was subdued, she led. The next morning I met Raj at the University of Mumbai and we both went to Barista for coffee. We sat drinking, and I was thinking over what Raj said. I finally thought about it , and thought that I shouldnt upset the poor guy and I said “sure i will go with you at the club tonight”Around 7 o clock i got home, and i took a nice warm shower. As I got out at my door I saw Raj. Horror Struck me. Had he seen me naked? Did he see me take a shower? How embarassing! I was so ashamed! He had a grin on.