<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the first emotional blow falls ... Dianne's <strong>bitch</strong> ... cringe inwardly ... Dianne's collar and leash is still in my purse to my side on the floor ... what do I breed as Dianne's bitch? ... fleeting thought ... and one much more intense ... am I this Mistress' bitch? ... and why does it thrill me to be that? ... to be someone's bitch? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… roll that through my emotions as she goes to her kitchen ... see her in my peripheral vision ... eyes stay locked on the floor before me ... hear her pour something ... she returns ... feel her nearby looking me over ... how did she know I'm missing the panties! ... oh! ... my knees are apart and my skirt so short that my hairless slit is open to her gaze ... hesitate ... raise one hand to shoulder level requesting permission to speak as I was trained to do ... she ignores this and moves on ... keep my hand raised as I was trained yet pay attention to her words …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she speaks of trust ... of choosing ... ... lower my hand ... trivial compared to what she suggests ... did I choose with Dianne? ... yes, yet under stress ... could have fought ... path of least resistance if it's only my well being involved ... here there's no stress except the threat of Dianne's return ... that is what I must learn ... to be able to assess and to choose in spite of the attraction this submission holds to me ... why does this feel so lovely and with Dianne so lovely yet something else so ... so sordid? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><strong>“What is it that you were hoping tonight would bring, when you were teasing yourself today? What fantasies, dreams and expectations were going through your mind as you walked her? What is it, that you expect to happen?”</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… what did I think of while teasing? ... and what did I expect to happen tonight? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I taught myself long ago that when alone I didn't need to think. That my body was fully capable of itself of sending tumults of pleasure through me and that thinking and fantasizing too often prevented that. Oh, I did think enough about not going too far, about your instructions, Mistress. And the one time I didn't I was over the brink. Self denial for a future better orgasm is best achieved by thinking and fantasizing and not touching and treasing. That's been my experience. When I'm with a partner, I take a totally different approach.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yes ... with a partner it's all about them ... and the unexpected pleasure they give me is a gift to be accepted …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Tonight I expect nothing. Expectations have a way of yielding disappointment so I've learned to plan where needed yet to minimize expectations. When pressed, I hope for the best and expect the worst. Yet I am not pressed tonight so I have no hopes or expectations, Mistress.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… from the heart! ... what she will do she will do ... how I react will be just to that ... what I learn I will learn or not learn ... her bitch? ... slight shudder ... do I accept that? ... not sure it has meaning ... inner shrug ... wait! …</em></span></span><br/>