Submitting to Mister Trask

Getting to house sit a fabulous condo on the ocean was great. But when it turned out the owner's son would stay the night once a month things took on a completely different tone. His first visit, he'd overpowered me, not physically, but emotionally, using his incredible body and sophistication to blow my mind out and force to submit to his kinky games. His second visit had only reinforced what he'd taught me the first time. And now on his third visit he began to teach me to submit not merely to him, but anyone he showed up with, man or woman! Such was the dark, seething thrill of his wicked game that I gave in, again and again, until I half forgot it was a game...