I rocked on my heels and wondered if the night was a big mistake. For one thing, I was yet to see a good looking guy. The place was populated with mis...its and the dregs of society. You see, I like a long sophisticated face. Typical English... according to TV, anyway. Think Hugh Grant or Damien Lewis. But in here it was more Alan Partridge, Mr Bean or Austin Powers.Then I saw this young guy. He had the air of a student about him as he stepped up to me and introduced himself as Elliot. He was. He said they were simply the delivery devices to place the control device properly. He explained that the control device was in her uterus connected by a wire to the power source in her rectum allowing recharging with a simple dildo-like charger.I told him to remove them and had the nurses begin to release Amanda and Jen. Jen grunted as the doctor removed the two items and he was stupid enough to try and stab me with them. I brushed both to my left using my rifle and snap kicked him in the side. Finally we were alone! She almost ran back to the kitchen and then stood there nervously twisting her hands in between hers. “You ok?” I asked She shrugged then smiled coyly, “Yeh, I’m fine. Just can’t believe we’re alone now.” She took my hands in hers. I sighed, relieved. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. We intertwined our fingers together and she pressed into me kissing harder. I knew then that she really wanted me. We broke away, panting for air. I placed my. Anyway in the domme-sub relationship,the woman runs the household, and gives the orders, and the man doeswhat he's told." I suppose we could try that, if you wanted us to," Jackie saiddubiously, "but it doesn't sound like it would tell you much." No, you're right. I'm talking about a much more dramatic change ofstatus. This programme would require you both to adopt new roles, andplay them 24-7 for a while." What roles?" I asked. "Come on, Bill, tell us the worst."He took a deep breath. .