He was about to find me a changed person, sexy, sassy andconfident, I was about to reverse the situation that once existed betweenus completely. He ha... made my high school years hell, but I had emerged astronger person and he was about to find out just how I could control asituation now.As usual on a Friday night, I was out in a bar looking for hot straightguys whose lives were about to be turned. I was dolled up in the kind ofclothing that made me feel sexy and drew no shortage of admiring. Don't force it, or grip it tootightly, if you use brute force of will on it you'll just losecontrol."I started over, this time focusing on feeling the power and then verygently I let it wash over me. It felt like there was a tide of liquidpower rising and then I realized that it was flowing out from mycenter, to every limb, in time to the beating of my heart. Then myskin began to tingle as the trickle of power turned into a flood of icyhot energy that was as bright as the sun, and as dark as. Even the placing of the furniture was familiar. It was my room, but with a very feminine touch. Almost as if someone else had been living here and not me. Which would explain--At that moment a loud noise goes off just above the head board. Exactly where I would of placed my alarm clock.Not long after it goes off an arm reaches out from under the covers beside me to whack at the alarm halfheartedly. I watch, almost holding my breath when whoever it is pulls back the cover. And, shock horror,. You are a servant, you don'tstare at your mistress!"I had to keep this up for an hour before Sister Sarah allowed me to sitdown - on that confounded chair, of course! Then it was a constant pushto stop myself sliding off and still remembering to keep my knees andfeet together.My belt and training bra were still reminding me all the time to keeptaking quicker, shallow breaths."Now we will do it again."We? 'You', she meant but the result was just the same. Sashaying andmincing around the room.