My Desire to be Controlled - Part One
My fantasy to be controlled and disciplined
I knocked at the door, apprehensive as I was on show, feeling vulnerable, and it seemed everyone who walked past looked in my direction. A young couple across the road glanced over and with a knowing giggle disappeared around the corner. I heard footsteps inside, and then a bolt being slid across, and the door opened. As previously instructed over the phone, I immediately looked down as I was ushered across the threshold....