I had a rental in Casper Wyoming.

I was living in Laramie. My renters were a young couple, Tom & Michele. He was a dope-smoking idiot.

She was a hot little number, about 5'3", brown hair and a very tight body. I was in town, doing some work on the place, and staying with a friend. Tom was who-knows-where and, as I was finishing up my work, Michele mentioned that she needed to go do laundry. I knew that: A my friend was at work, and src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmiliesshades.gif"> he had a washerdryer... so I offered to let her come do laundry at his house. She accepted. I had been reading Norman's "Tarnsman of Gor" series, and was intrigued with the idea of women as natural slaves to dominant males. As a consequence, I began telling Michele that here husband had no idea what a woman like her needed. She asked me what I meant. "Come here," I commanded her. She walked toward me. I took her hand in mine. "Do you see how small you are compared to me?" I asked her. She giggled and tried to pull away.

"No," I said, "a slave like you asks permission to be released." She began to object, but I simply repeated my instructions.

Her lip trembled, and her eyes became downcast. "Please let me go," she asked.

"Are you begging me?" I asked her. "Yes." "Then you must beg properly.

You must say, 'This slave begs her master to release her hand.'," I told her. Michele looked at me for a good 30 seconds, her emotions showing on her face. She was frightened, excited, rebellious and proud. "This slave begs her master to release her hand.

" "Very good.

" I released her hand.

"Now," I instructed her, "sit down here on my lap." She sat lightly on my lap.

"Who is your master?" "You are.

" "What are you?" "I am your slave." "You realize that I will do with you as I wish?" She hesitated. "Yes.

" "Yes, Master," I corrected her. She repeated, "Yes, Master." I smiled and told her that she was a good slave. "Now, kiss your master... not like you kiss your loser husband... but as a slave kisses a strong, dominant master." Michele closed her eyes, leaned toward me, and submitted to my kiss.