Slave's Master Dominated

The master slave relationship is one of trust and understanding what makes a person sexually aroused. Sometimes things can get extreme and push those limits to the edge and create pleasures that the submissive didn't even know existed. But what happens when the masts Master arrives and assume control of everyone and everything? Do the rules change? What will they do to the master and slave now that they have control? What strange ideas for pleause do they have to unleach on them? EXCERPT: e tried to ignore the delightful things happening under her jacket as a result of her heavy breathing. "I don't know," he sighed, "I never seem to think these things through. Sometimes I think I need someone to run my life for me." She raised an eyebrow at that, and looked him over again. Her expression was odd, as if she were looking for some specific thing that might be hidden somewhere on his person. Gene took the opportunity to look her over in turn. He saw that what he had mistaken in the dim lighting for a tight jacket, was in fact, a severe looking leather corset - he could see the heavy boning within the material. It was an amazing piece of engineering. It looked like a jacket because it had a bustier built in to the chest portion with deep-drawn, form fitting cups, which jutted nearly straight out, showing ample cleavage. The garment fitted tightly from shoulders to well over the hips. The waist was pulled in quite severely, and since it was boned the entire length, it must have been completely rigid. No wonder she had seemed breathless when they first walked up! The long rubber hobble skirt was tucked underneath it, and revealed the muscular legs and derrière of someone who definitely had been getting her exercise. She stared into his eyes for a few minutes, then noticed him noticing her, and seemed to reach a decision. She grinned, saying, "Be careful what you ask for, you may get it! Right now though, I feel like dancing. Come on, you can't sit there being pathetic all night!"