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Overwhelmed at the Complex

Every time I open the door to enter the Complex, I am surprised and overwhelmed.  Each time it is different, but each time I am totally dominated within seconds.  This time she did it in leather.  This time I was overwhelmed throughout the whole session. “Put your things down, lock the door, and put your hands up on the door,” she ordered me as I entered.  She was wearing leather jodhpurs and a leather jacket and the thought, “Who is your (leather) Daddy?” raced across my mind.  She grabbed me with her thick leather gloves and put one over my mouth to let me smell and taste the leather.  Then she began to feel me up.  I am her submissive.  My body is hers.  She can feel me up anytime, anywhere, anyway she chooses.  Her name is not Boss by coincidence. She checked to see if I was in chastity and found I had not arrived in my plastic CB-6000 prison.  I hoped I would not be punished for that.  Her hand moved up to my breasts and she felt the bra I was wearing.  I think she was pleased that I had already started my transformation to be her gurl. She asked me some questions, but sometimes I can’t keep a thought in my head when she is talking to me.  I remember she told me to remove my fake man clothes and dress for the session as the gurl that I really am.  She took some photos of me at the St. Andrews cross in the main room and told me to go face down on the bondage table. Read the rest