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 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 public 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 japan am a telepath. Now 28 years of age, Sandy is an attentive, compliant woman with a curvaceous and delightfully petite figure. She is five feet, five inches tall, and weighs approximately 120lbs. She has a tight little ass, and exquisite firm and round breasts with wonderfully pink asian and sensitive japanese turned up nipples. Sandy’s eyes are a vibrant cornflower-blue, and she has a wholesome, healthy peaches and cream complexion. She has a small and slightly turned-up exotic nose and delicate, dainty ears. Her generous and full cupid lips complement her youthful appearance. She's also a natural strawberry blonde. Her soft and thick, silky tresses are a luxurious delight to my eyes and fingers. Sandy has grown her hair out to the classic length, precisely blunt cut straight across the bottom. She will never have layers cut into it, or change the color without my permission. When I allow her to wear it down in public, always with me, her luxurious tresses fall past her buttocks to caress her upper thighs. Sandy is required to wear her hair up when she goes out alone in public. And not just in a ponytail; but in something that hides the length of her hair: a dancer’s bun, braided bun, chignon, a French twist, etc., as a constant visual reminder of her submission to me. Below is Sandy’s perspective (words) on how we met, and they are factually accurate. She is, of course, is writing this to please me, and all that may follow. WHAT CAN BE MORE LIBERATING for a woman to embrace her true biological nature, and to experience sexual nirvana and rapturous orgasms beyond belief? I reject the unnatural, artificial, modern social constructs of what constitutes a man or woman; the fleeting ideas of a warped modern industrial society that discourage, deny and constrain a woman of fulfilling her true biological sexuality. A truly liberated woman submits totally, heart and soul to her man. I grew up in Aurora, Nebraska and lived a quiet and sheltered, life, as the younger of my two sisters, both of them married with families and children, in the town where we grew up. They attend the same conservative Christian church. over and kissed her knee. My dick pumped away at her convulsing flesh. Jay stood on the bed and placed his cock next to my head. I don’t want to infringe upon her privacy, but I can say we styled many interesting experience for ourselves. Such a delight to enjoy. No, I don't like the public taste, but he enjoys watching me and I like to look up into his eyes just before and asian while he's cumming. If you are afraid or embarrassed, I could meet you there and help you pick out something for my brothers.” Adélaïde flung the body down before the dogs and they sprang at it ravenously, rending and tearing the beautiful form into japan an unrecognisable tangle of bones, flesh and innards. I stopped to listen at his door and got alarmed at what he was saying. By now, Dani didn't know where she was. We eventually grabbed dinner and made our way back to the dorm rooms. My Daddy is Deacon there, and my Mama teaches exotic Sunday school. He would never let go of this girl, if he could! Kissing closer to the aureole, just the hint of my japanese tongue flicking a nipple, then the other nipple. His girlfriend was sexy but the girl on his bed stirred his nuts like none other had before. Jon put a shirt and Chinos on then gave me my collar to wear. No third base. Every male is milked once directly before cooking. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. WTF; how was that possible. I raced after it as fast as I could go, my tears flying across my face as the wind pushed them back. Both women of course had refused. Linda just stood for a few seconds, and then she blushed down her chest. Now, goodnight, sweetie.