Woodhouse, and the human world. I ran far into the hills. I slept among leaves.I awoke in the cold morning to the sight of a prancing fawn and its mot...er. I went to them and stroked them. Wanting to play, the fawn nuzzled me and leapt at me. The mother came to me gently with mysterious eyes. She nursed me, and I drank my fill.I stood on a hill and looked down on a collection of buildings so brightly lit that, even from afar, my shadow was cast on the foliage beyond. The place had a large. When I had finished that she said I needed to get up on the step stool and then she handed me one of those little feather dusters to clean the blades on the ceiling fan. While I was up there she had bent over under the coffee table to pick up something however I noticed she was down there a little long and when I asked what she was doing she said she wanted to look up my skirt to make sure I had my panties on and since I did she was going to give me a reward. As I stood on the step stool heels. It has begun its creeping, spreading, all consuming journey through my body into my head. I turn away quickly not wanting to acknowledge it and step into the tub. I spend a very long time bathing, shaving myself smooth by habit as Master David requires. I wash my hair with my favorite scented soap. I begin to relax a little, to convince myself that I will be OK. Stepping out of the tub I dry with the large soft towels provided. I apply the softening scented oil I have used for years. I let my. By this time I had became aware of masturbation, sex, periods occuring in girls, even I had seen the pictures of sex organs of male & female. We friends used to have sexual talks. We used to ogle at girls, describe their various sex organs & I used to masturbate dreaming about my schoolgirls & film actresses. During vacation, I used to play with Sheetal since we were young. Both of us shared a very good relation and never fought with each other. At times we used to play wife & husband but that.