They are in my Circle. They contribute to the good of my closed network, sharing a portion of the wealth and resources, and they look out after each other as a whole. Women are a particular interest of mine and discovering a woman's unique qualities and the nuances of their personalities for them to be my complaint, submissive lover. They will prostrate themselves at my feet if I so desire. I’ve had many women in my tits lifetime; one at a time or two or teen more together, mostly short dalliances, a few months or so. I then move oral on, making them forget; however, a dormant key command is always present to bring them back to where we left off. I remove the sexual inhibitions from sexy these women to give them multiple orgasms and sexual nirvana, to have them almost begging, if not outright begging to perform oral sex because to them semen is an aphrodisiac more potent than any, real or imagined to keep them firmly under my thumb. I prefer women with long hair, and I will insert a subtle suggestion to make it their preference for themselves, always, including my former short-haired dalliances, assuming their hair texture and facial features are suitable, should I decide to revisit their carnal delights. For most of my ***********ed women, long hair becomes an integral component of their self-esteem, and part of their identity as a woman. Cutting, their hair, while they suck on my cock, or making them do it themselves, or sending them somewhere to have their hair cut short, is the ultimate punishment, and a component of subtle control. I occasionally use direct control to enjoy brief (a couple of hours, or a day) dalliances with any woman who strikes my fancy, when the opportunity arises, including married women. These women will wake up from a deep and refreshing sleep with an altered memory. They will not remember me after. The husbands of these married women, should I deem them good men, will enjoy the gradual changes in his wife and her increased sexual appetite, plus attentiveness to please them in the bedroom. I take special delight in adjusting the attitudes of beautiful, arrogant, wealthy elitist, rude women. They will prostrate themselves, and crawl to kiss and lick my feet, for the privilege of performing oral sex, and they will do anything to curry my favor to receive their orgasms. Their penance begins with no makeup allowed. I require these elitist women to wear simple, modest, clothing-dresses preferred. I may send them to a preferred hairstylist to receive a blunt bowl or mushroom style haircut should they have long hair. Depending on the woman, I may decide not to cut it. I will require them to keep their long hair in braided pigtails until their penance is complete; to humble them and remove their arrogant vanity. They pussy will clean my house thoroughly from top to bottom, while they’re naked if instructed to do so. It goes far to teach them manners and respect for the feelings of other people. It is good to have an obedient and grateful temporary housekeeper in my-residences, estates, cottages, and timeshares, naked or otherwise. I have found that intelligent and creative women; artists, writers, or musicians for example, college-educated or not, make the best submissive lover using subtle control to prompt their imagination, and biological sexuality to release their carnal delights. Sandy Anderson is my submissive live-in lover, personal secretary, and travel companion. She is not aware I am a telepath. I stepped under the spray, leaning my head back to soak my hair. “I’m finally here! That there was no trap that would endanger my husband or our slave-wife, Zanyia. Her hands clenched above her and then fell limply aside. 'Or do you like me undressing you' he shot back. I told her that she could never disappoint me. She is incredibly beautiful but I know that her disabilities mean she will face a life of suffering. I guided him so that he faced away from her. Her right hand reached under and lifted one of the horse's balls. "Remove your bra." I waited by the garage door as she pulled her car in after me and finally closed the garage oral and got out of her car. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I almost growled. We watched like two voyeurs as Jules licked and teased Liz. Anita stood up and walked up to her slave. Not many nuns know about sex, do they?" She was utterly amazed once we stepped inside the store, unable to believe that a building could be so large or that there were so many people on Earth. She doesn't drink often, but when she does, I have caught a buzz. “Then you'll have to fuck me and make another yummy creampie to devour!” My digits dug into my petals. “Yeah, it was alright.” I answered with a smile. We know that turns you on Baby .. I am not wasting any time at the moment, I can sense your passion, and I want to fuel that fire as best I can. Her wet hair was pulled up in teen a neat pony tail. Accuser, how goes Lilith's mission in her tits corruption of the Editor's wife. Her backpack might throw her off balance, and she still had to negotiate an outthrust at the end, so in one movement she slid it off and pitched it down over the side. “And no. I kissed her lightly and she put my hand on her breast and said take it slow..we commenced to fog the windows up completely by the second feature and pussy I found her nipples through her blouse and bra and she was really getting turned on and lifting her butt off the seat..I started to carress her thigh midway up and she started really panting and french kissing me..this was the ultimate in swabbing tonsils and I stopped and asked her if I was pushing to sexy fast? I took in another mouthful of flesh, biting down to elicit another moan. “Sure,” Tim answered, a little surprised by the question. Need air!