In Submission to a Dominant Force part 6
It seemed to take ages for her to return, I heard the key in the lock and I trembled in fearful apprehension as the door opened. Slowly, over the weeks, she had created an abject fear inside me, yet that fear was mixed with a terrible feeling of weakness. Now, as I heard her opening the door I could only sit there quivering, wondering where my masculinity had gone. The door swung wide open and there she stood, wearing the clear plastic hooded robe that she had tormented me in before. I...