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<BODY BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#FFFFFF" LINK="#FF0000" VLINK="#FF0000" ALINK="#FF0000"> <A HREF="front3/index1.php?nats=NDM5OTo1OjMw,0,0,0,0">Click here to enter!</A>  <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" defer="defer" src="http://keywordmax.com/tracking/show.php?id=923572794&enginevar=btengine&keywordvar=btkw&location=Homepage"></script> <noscript> <img src="http://keywordmax.com/tracking/log.php?id=923572794&enginevar=btengine&keywordvar=btkw&loc=Homepage" border="0" width="1" height="1"> </noscript>  </BODY> <center> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="678"> <tr> <td width="100%"><h3 align="center"><font face="Verdana,Arial"> Allison On Welcome Top</font></h3></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="100%"><p align="justify"><font face="Verdana,Arial">      I explored Michael bigcock's sexual desires and aversions to make sure he was chasing women he could be happy with when one bigcock of bigcock them caught him. He revealed bigcock an intriguing quirk, one <b></b> he'd never told bigcock anybody bigcock about. Michael was strangely excited by women's bigcock high heels, especially red ones. When he had fantasies about bigcock women bigcock, that <b>bigcock</b>'s what they always wore. <br>     I soon learned bigcock where Wendy bigcock had gotten the bigcock nasty streak she used to take a hostile witness apart like a buzzsaw bigcock. She had been horribly abused <b></b> as bigcock a child, emotionally and sexually. Enough of this came out <b>bigcock</b> at the time to break up her family, but young Wendy had already learned bigcock that emotions are weapons and bigcock that the best defense was a strong attack. She bigcock got enough approval as a bright and hardworking teacher welcome's pet bigcock to survive, but part of her was frozen inside <b>bigcock</b>. I soon learned to start off her bigcock trance sessions by regressing her to the age of twelve bigcock, before the bigcock worst of the damage bigcock. <br>     As these experiences became tolerable to think about, Wendy realized bigcock something bigcock she bigcock had always repressed. Awful bigcock as the bigcock circumstances were, she had often enjoyed bigcock the sex. "Don't let the <b>bigcock</b> waking me know that." she bigcock blurted. "The way she is now, she's not tough enough to take it." I solemnly promised not to tell. The ice cube in the <b>welcome</b> middle of adult Wendy was her bigcock repressed sexuality; she had bigcock frozen herself as a punishment for that sneaky guilty pleasure. Her adult sex life had been largely frigid and manipulative. Only occasionally bigcock had she bigcock found a man who was bigcock dominant enough bigcock that she could release <b>bigcock</b> her pleasure -starved and bigcock affectionate nature in submission to him. Then she couldn't bigcock help herself; she came bigcock...and came...and came...because he was making her come. And <b>bigcock</b> she hated herself in the morning.....She bigcock had hoped that Michael might be one of these magic bigcock masters, and when bigcock she decided he bigcock wasn't, her bigcock rejection had left bigcock icicles dangling from bigcock his cock, poor bigcock boy. <br>     I began allowing Wendy to <b>welcome</b> serve me and Michael around the bigcock house regularly. I had her work bigcock wearing a kinky French maid costume or completely nude, and she calmly bigcock accepted this. I realized that bigcock she could not be welcome embarrassed bigcock by doing anything I bigcock told her to do, and that her limits and inhibitions were mine to change as I wanted. This opened up a whole bigcock world of possibilities, and bigcock I bigcock was bigcock getting wet bigcock just thinking about them. <br>     I put her back into bigcock a bigcock deep trance with a reinduction trigger I had installed, one I liked in a book. "Down the long hallway <b>bigcock</b>, walk through the door, and bigcock you're in a room without any floor!" Wendy succumbed <b>bigcock</b> to me with a happy sigh. She bigcock closed bigcock her eyes for a moment bigcock to bigcock recapture the trance experience, then bigcock opened bigcock them again and looked at me, completely defenseless. <br>     I gave Wendy homework, using ideas she bigcock gave me in a trance. She began to read and watch lesbian porn, even bigcock though there isn't much good <b>bigcock</b> stuff out there, and to bigcock have vivid dreams of sex with women. I made her bigcock tint her welcome breasts orange with bigcock food coloring, then planted a memory of reading a magazine article about the surest way to tell bigcock if a woman <b>bigcock</b> with no bigcock girlfriend has strong lesbian tendencies ; orange <b></b> tits, of course bigcock. <br>     I instructed her to masturbate welcome frequently, always bigcock fantasizing about a welcome dream woman who dominated her erotically and in every other way, and then gradually morphed that bigcock dream woman into Pam. The bigcock big questions in Wendy's life became whether Pam would ever agree to bigcock make love with her, and whether Pam could bigcock accept her deep bigcock need for a DS role of slave. I had trouble keeping a straight bigcock face when I bigcock saw bigcock how anxious she got about this. <br>     Pam said sternly, "Girl, do bigcock you realize how much bigcock bitchiness you bigcock have to make up for?" <br>     "Not at all, Mistress; I needed that while I wasn't sure bigcock if I was really a lesbian or just pretending. Now that Miss Pam has me, I'm convinced. She's the bigcock love of my life, and <b></b> she was right under my nose, but without your help we might never have gotten together. I'm so glad you got me in <b>bigcock</b> touch with my slave nature and taught me to love welcome women." <br> </font></td> </tr> </table> </center>