The July sun was just setting at about 8pm, giving us plenty of dimming light to play our childhood game on the block of my youth.
There was a “Mother” ahead of us all, as we lined up, ready to make our requests.
It gave me a little thrill each time it was my turn to ask, “Mother, may i?”. Whether it was one giant step or four tiny ones, i knew i could only move when permission was granted.
Old habits die hard.
Sir, please?
Yes?
Sir, please may I cum?
Not yet, Babygirl.
Rule 16: i have no will of my own other than that which falls within the context of the rules i have selected and of that which is needed to pursue the ambitions i am allowed to seek out as according to the permissions i have received from my Master. i will report to Him my progress in such matters to receive His favor or His guidance in making whatever steps may be required to move ahead so that i am successful.
