Somethinghad broken inside me and I just let it all flood out.Fiona had left my wrists bound so I couldn't even get up and I lay thereas the sobs bega... to dwindle and diminish. She walked round so I couldsee her and she squatted down and looked at me steadily. I cringed andtried to move away, expecting another torrent of abuse."Hey there," she whispered almost tenderly. "It's not so bad. You'llfeel better soon."She reached out her had to caress my forehead and strangely her touchbegan to calm. I could enable or disable Pamela's and Betsy's ability to cum with the tools of psychology and medication. I would mold their minds and control their emotions through the science of hypnosis. For the health and well being of the relationship. To break bad habits by improving attitudes. The process of rehabilitating these two dykes was therapy for me as well. Power is an aphrodisiac, revenge is a turn on. This kind of high can't be found in booze or drugs, or in the biggest bottle of. Some passionate red roses so that she smiles and listens to him and thinks he's nice and caring and so much unlike her husband.A quick glance at her peeking breasts, at the alluring décolleté, at her conscious ass so that she smiles and blushes and twirls her legs close together and thinks he's daring and invigoratingly rude and so much unlike her husband.She has to succumb.Deep, deep inside her, between lips that so often host a nervous tongue, between arms clasped hard behind. I cannot be served properly if you are mentally occupied by other boys or girls. Don’t worry, I will make love to you every so often. If you need to have sex, ask me nicely, I may just be in the mood to let you cum for me. Okay, follow me.”I watched her start to walk past me. I turned around and saw what I thought was a closet, was, in fact, a walk in BDSM room. She had what I found out later to be called the St. Andrews cross. By the collar, she pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the.