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"Help her!" I told her. "Let little Wendy pussy know that you know wall she survived all this, because you are from her future." She did, and top the topshelfpussy terror began to ease. I taught wood wall shelf her to control the pussy experiences on the screen in whatever ways little Wendy liked. She could make wood the picture big or small, clear or top blurry, in color or black and white, moving fast or slow or in rewind shelf. They could be silent, or with top any sound track she liked. There was a terrible Sixties song Wendy had always hated, "Duke access of Earl;" now that top became her abuser's theme top music. She started to sit shelf down in wood wall shelf the body of access the theater shelf, holding hands with her younger self, and pussy they began to giggle topshelfpussy together every time he appeared.
On Michael's birthday, Wendy helped serve at his party. After topshelfpussy we cleaned up, when it top was just the three of us, Wendy came into the living room nude, bringing me the collar I topshelfpussy had bought her, and knelt at my shelf feet. She looked up to wall me and shelf asked, "Mistress, may I make my avowals now?"
She wood wall shelf now remembered top many nights and weekends at her friend's wood wall shelf house, starting with strip poker games, all-over massages, and nude slow shelf dancing while rubbing their nipples pussy together. In Wendy's imagination, they progressed to tribadism, trying to match snatches as they lay with their legs up each other topshelfpussy's front and back, like two pairs of scissors at top right angles. They held hands and pulled each other together pussy to increase the topshelfpussy friction, but still couldn't come, so that was fun but frustrating foreplay. They went on to finger-fucking and cunnilingus almost at once, giving each other their first orgasms with other pussy people wood. As I convinced Wendy that these things top had really happened and she remembered them access with pleasure, I wondered if there was any difference between pussy what I was doing and the work of topshelfpussy the wall therapists doing recovered-memory work with putative wood incest survivors whose abuse, unlike Wendy wood wall shelf's, was top unsuspected for decades. Not shelf much, I concluded, except that I was better at it.....
I instructed her to topshelfpussy masturbate frequently, always access fantasizing about a pussy dream woman who dominated her erotically and in topshelfpussy every other way, and then gradually morphed that dream woman into Pam. The pussy big questions in Wendy top's life became whether Pam would ever agree to make love with access her, and whether Pam could accept access her deep need for a DS role top of slave. I had trouble keeping a straight wall face when I saw how anxious she got about this.
Wendy swallowed hard, but agreed gamely top, "Yes, Miss Pam. Anything wood wall shelf at all you want."
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"Not at all, Mistress; I needed that while I top wasn't sure if I was pussy really a lesbian or just pretending. Now that Miss access Pam has me, I'm top convinced! She's the shelf love of my life, and she was right under my nose, but without top your help we might never have gotten together top. I'm so glad you got me in touch with my slave nature and taught me to love women."
When top she was awake, Wendy had developed a profound shelf amnesia for what I'd been doing with her in shelf trance, so she wouldn't be topshelfpussy bothered by any rough stuff we had to work through. I was really starting to like the young Wendy I wood wall shelf met when she was under, though, so I had her pussy dissociate from the access traumatic memories pussy before leading her back to them. I put her in her wood wall shelf grown-up body, sitting beside pussy me in the balcony of a movie wood wall shelf theater, watching wood wall shelf young wall Wendy down below, who was watching access her bad memories on the movie top screen. The first wood time we went to one of the moments of maximum wood wall shelf terror, watching the back of her top mother's pussy asshole boyfriend pussy as he left Wendy's bedroom, enough of the frozen affect leaked through that she gasped and top started to cry, clutching my hand hard enough top to leave top bruises.
"Help her!" I told her. "Let little Wendy pussy know that you know wall she survived all this, because you are from her future." She did, and top the topshelfpussy terror began to ease. I taught wood wall shelf her to control the pussy experiences on the screen in whatever ways little Wendy liked. She could make wood the picture big or small, clear or top blurry, in color or black and white, moving fast or slow or in rewind shelf. They could be silent, or with top any sound track she liked. There was a terrible Sixties song Wendy had always hated, "Duke access of Earl;" now that top became her abuser's theme top music. She started to sit shelf down in wood wall shelf the body of access the theater shelf, holding hands with her younger self, and pussy they began to giggle topshelfpussy together every time he appeared.
She wood wall shelf now remembered top many nights and weekends at her friend's wood wall shelf house, starting with strip poker games, all-over massages, and nude slow shelf dancing while rubbing their nipples pussy together. In Wendy's imagination, they progressed to tribadism, trying to match snatches as they lay with their legs up each other topshelfpussy's front and back, like two pairs of scissors at top right angles. They held hands and pulled each other together pussy to increase the topshelfpussy friction, but still couldn't come, so that was fun but frustrating foreplay. They went on to finger-fucking and cunnilingus almost at once, giving each other their first orgasms with other pussy people wood. As I convinced Wendy that these things top had really happened and she remembered them access with pleasure, I wondered if there was any difference between pussy what I was doing and the work of topshelfpussy the wall therapists doing recovered-memory work with putative wood incest survivors whose abuse, unlike Wendy wood wall shelf's, was top unsuspected for decades. Not shelf much, I concluded, except that I was better at it.....
Wendy swallowed hard, but agreed gamely top, "Yes, Miss Pam. Anything wood wall shelf at all you want."
"Not at all, Mistress; I needed that while I top wasn't sure if I was pussy really a lesbian or just pretending. Now that Miss access Pam has me, I'm top convinced! She's the shelf love of my life, and she was right under my nose, but without top your help we might never have gotten together top. I'm so glad you got me in touch with my slave nature and taught me to love women."