YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/amy3.txt

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        Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventurebegan,I

    was young age 25 and not very experienced. Oh,I had sex any number of times,in

    a number of different ways,but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing

    those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinky

    fantasies,things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try,even if I had

    the opportunity to try which I really didn't have. Mostly,my fantasies involved

    me as a sort of slave girl,captured by some strong individual. Some days I

    imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a female, with special events for

    each one. What I thought I really wanted was a strong master or mistress, one who

    also had wild sexual fantasies, and who would take charge of me and would then

    act out those fantasies,obviously with me playing out the part of slave girl,

    used by master (or maybe better yet, mistress) in strange and delicious ways,

    hopefully with an audience watching and most delicious of all, whether I liked it

    or not. I wanted strange and sexy things to happen and not have any say as to the

    agenda, to be used,perhaps even to be a little bit abused.


        My figure is good, that is, I think it is good,and maybe you will agree it

    is, you will if you like full bodied girls with large,shapely titties. I am tall

    about 5'7",with a nice,full shapely bust,good legs,and a delicious round bottom.

    I love being nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I have even posed nude

    for a guy, just for fun, very naughty,sexy pictures,like me masturbating for him

    with a large rubberdildo or,for example his favorite shot me urinating for him,

    the stream shooting out like a waterfall. I did find that very exciting (though I

    would just die if those pictures ever got out)and no, I won't show YOU the

    pictures, either. I also did pose nude once for a sexy amateur lady photographer,

    but that is completely a different story that I do not intend to tell you today.

    All I will say about that is that she was dressed when she took the first pictures

    of me,she was nude when she took the last pictures of me, and the very best

    pictures would have been taken a while later,but by then,frankly,she was too busy

    to think about taking pictures. She had her mind on something else (and her tongue

    into something else, too).

        I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes I go to the pornoshops, to look at

    the fascinating things they write about, and to look at rubber dildos and

    accessories they sell. I even bought a couple of those things strictly as a

    scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice shop in Miami that sells

    remarkable stuff and I have purchased four different dildos and a couple of rubber

    butt plugs. I adore playing with these toys, and had a secret fantasy about

    someone else putting them into me (instead of me doing it myself).  If it was a

    super sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out with a nice, bare bottomed

    spanking, that would be just great. And if it was a beautiful, dominant sexy lady

    who did it to me, that would be the greatest!

        In one of the shops I found a Swingers Journal that seemed interesting. It

    had fascinating pictures,especially in the B&D area that was particularly exciting

    at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of these showed a guy whose area of

    interest was in spankings,enemas,and Greek things about which I had many secret

    thoughts but not much real experience. I decided that I would answer this

    particular ad not intending to ever meet this guy, but, just to hear what he had

    to say. A week or so later I got a letter from him, with a nude picture. His name

    is Tom. He's a divorcee. He's about 35, well built, well hung, too. And he was

    holding a leather paddle in his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to him was

    a large enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, connected to the end of that

    a black rubber looking device that got inserted into the recipient of this enema,

    and really did the work. It looked like a huge, erect, black penis. Believe me,

    it was impressive. His letter told about how he liked to be masterful, how he

    thought that there was no sight so beautiful as a naked, shapely,female bottom,

    and nothing he liked to do so much as to pet it,to kiss it and spank it until it

    was rosy pink. Then, when she was fully ready and receptive, to give her a long,

    slow, deep enema, filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before, using

    of course, a Bardex so that she could not expel it until permitted. And then to

    lubricate her pretty asshole, greasing it generously until it was slippery, and

    then to fuck it deeply and firmly. His letter excited me tremendously. He became

    an instant member in my library of fantasies.

        I wrote back to him, he replied again, and this time included a telephone

    number. I stared at that for a long time. I knew that calling the number was

    taking a very serious step that there was at least a chance that I would follow up

    and visit him at, his Domination Laboratory.  I did call the number. When he

    replied, his voice was much as I expected it to be, and the conversation also was

    about what I had expected.  We agreed to meet not at his place, but on neutral

    ground, at a certain coffee shop, nothing else promised but the meeting.  I was

    willing to go that far in advance, but no further at all. Oh, I knew I would go

    ahead and meet him at the coffee shop, but I did have serious doubts about whether

    I would go from there to his place. The day of the meeting came, and as promised,

    I went. In fact, I got there early so that I could scout out the scene, and if he

    showed, and if I did not like his looks up close, I could sneakout. Well, he did

    show up on time, and I did like his looks.  We had a fascinating conversation

    about everything else in the world except sex.  We found a million things to talk

    about, foundlots of areas of common interest, a few fun things to fight about,

    too. After a long time,a couple of hours, it was time to leave. I declined to go

    to his place yet,but since I did not have a car with me I had hopped on the bus

    to get there he drove me home. As luck would have it, a vacant parking place was

    right there almost at my front door. He walked me to the door, and right into my

    apartment. What happened next was an awful long way from what our letters talked

    about. We were soon petting and in short order he had me out of my sweater and

    bra, and soon out of everything else.  He got me very excited, undressed himself

    and showed off a nice looking, erect penis.  We did have very nice, normal sex.

    It was fun,pleasant, and certainly not earth shaking.  I am not even sure now that

    he made me cumm that night. I don't think so, but then,I rarely do in regular

    intercourse.

        He called me again the following week.  Soon, we were dating, more or less

    regularly, having good sex once or twice a week, but no domination, no spankings.

    One evening we did go to his place. This time, he showed me his laboratory a room

    in the basement, with wood paneled walls, a large, sturdy oak library table with a

    gym mat as a top, and a rubber sheet over it. That was thelaboratory. We wondered

    what it would be like if I was up on it,bottom up. I complied. Attached to each

    leg of the table was a leather strap. He put a leather dog collar around each of

    my wrists, and then fastened the wrist to one of the leather straps stretching my

    arms out wide, and helpless. Very quickly, my ankles were similarly fastened. I

    was now spreadeagled,completely under his control.

        Did he now take charge completely? Absolutely not. He talked tome, and came

    back to our early correspondence, and what I had told him I wanted him to do. And

    all this time, his hands were wandering over my bare ass. Suddenly, SPLATT! He

    whacked me with his big, bare hand across my ass.  It stung a little bit, but

    certainly did not really HURT. Again..and again..a few more times.  Then he went

    to the closet. He took out aleather strap. Long and wicked looking. He talked to

    me somemore. And then he raised the strap and swished it, fairly hard, across my

    ass. It did hurt but it felt good at the same time. He gave me a fairly thorough

    spanking that day, followed by the love enema he had talked about.. a long, slow

    enema that took 20 or 30 minutes to go in. Along the way a couple of times I told

    him that I could not take any more. Each time, he would stop the water flow for a

    while until I got used to the feeling...and then start it again. Eventually, he

    gave me as much as he wanted me to have, but then he made me keep it in for a

    while longer. After he finally did let me expel it into the toilet, I got to rest

    a while, but then he did greek me.  He first expanded my anus with a greased

    finger, and then two and three at the sametime, stretching me. He had a conical,

    rubber dildo and a butt plug.  Slowly, almost tenderly, he inserted it in me until

     the thickest part was past the sphincter.  In it went the rest of the way, the

    thick rim preventing it from going in too far. He asked me how it felt. Actually,

    it felt almost marvelous. I was almost disappointed when he pulled it out and I

    was shocked when from his drawer he pulled out a still larger version of the same

    thing. This looked too big to ever get into such a tight place. However, with

    patience, and perseverance and plenty of pressure,he did get it in slowly,

    stretching me larger, until the largest diameter passed the sphincter and it was

    lodged fully up inside me.  He gave me a little more of the leather strap, so I

    could have the two sensations together. After a while, the rubber plug came out.

     He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid end of his cock against my now stretched

    rosette. After what had happened so far, that did not really hurt at all it was

    sort of tight, but not painful. And to me, the sensation of being fucked in the

    ass by a masterful man was just marvelous, though I must say that never did I

    have the feeling that I was out of control. I always felt that any time I really

    wanted him to stop and go no further, that he would have without question.  Never

    did I feel totally dominated, subjugated, like the subdued slave girl I really

    wanted to be.

        The next time or two that we were together, things were much the same. After

    we had done the same things a few times, we began to talk about fantasies, and he

    made me tell him mine. It relates to Mrs. Olsen, who was my landlady, and who

    really disliked me. If I ever was going to try the slave girl experience, totally

    controlled by another, she would be absolutely my first choice. Now the wierd

    thing about her was that she once had been a strong disciplinarian, a teacher in

    one of those strange schools where the students are punished.  I overheard her

    telling a lady friend once that she did have an experience.  She had a student who

    badly needed the discipline, and nothing  that Mrs. Olsen ever did seemed to make

    that one shape up. Repeated applications of the leather did not make any

    difference.  The cure for her,according to Mrs. Olsen, was that she was given a

    thorough stropping, forced to take a number of tablespoons of castor oil,thank

    Mrs. Olsen for each one, stropped some more, and then givena large mouthful of

    Mrs. Olsen's shit to eat, a tablespoonful at a time.  I overheard this and never

    forgot it.  And, I am sure, I masturbated about it a thousand times.  That was my

    fantasy. I wanted to be taken over by somebody who disliked me, stripped,spanked

    thoroughly, made to eat her pussy, and then more humiliating things.

        Now understand about Mrs. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a very handsome

    woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Olsen

    around. I do not know if she is a widow or divorced she is not the kind of person

    that you ask questions of. We genuinely do not like each other. I think she is

    overbearing. She thinks that I am wild, spoiled, disrespectful. While she is my

    landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and she cannot wait to have me gone.

    But she still is very much in my fantasies. This story, embellished somewhat, is

    what I told toTom. He is very interested in this, and says that he is going to

    look into making it all happen. He had me write him a letter,detailing all this,

    though how exactly he plans to make use ofit, I do not know. Today, Tom called at

    lunch time and asked me to come over this evening, and to be sure to be there

    before 8:00 PM.  He says that we might,just might, have company, though he won't

    say who and he won't say what. I am fantasizing about this, have been all day now,

    not knowing what to expect. Today is Thursday, I thought, and today is the day

    that perhaps I am going to meet my fate. Thomas had heard my story and questioned

    me on it in detail. He knew what I think I want. He was delighted to help me, to

    play in our little drama. He had my letter, written in my own hand, addressed to

    him, which detailed everything.  He had also purchased a pint bottle of castor oil

    at the drug store theonly item on the list that he did not have in advance. And he

    had made the calls, I believe, talked to Mrs. Olsen, explained our relationship,

    and had her surprised (and he says, delightedand enthusiastic) agreement to

    participate.  He told her that he had been regularly spanking me, had nude photos

    of me that he knew she would want to see, and had ideas of advanced discipline

    for me that he wanted to discuss with her.  She was cautious, but interested after

    all, this was really right up her alley, and it was being handed to her on a

    silver platter, so to speak. This time, for the first time, I did not drive to his

    place. I knew that if the adventure was going to go according to his plan that I

    would be taken home, in bondage, by Mrs. Olsen. My carwould only be in the way.

    I went there by cab, dressed as usualin jeans and a sweater. The clothes made no

    difference.  I would be nude as soon as I got there. Thomas' house was no

    different than at any other time. The furnishings are sparse, but adequate. The

    room down in the basement, which was the "playroom"had wood paneled walls, with

    various hooks and eyes, and thelarge, very sturdy oak library table with a padded

    top. On thefloor stood a brown paper bag. I was instructed to strip down to my

    panties, but to leave them on a pair of black nylon bikinipanties that he had

    bought for me that he liked. I was  to put each article of clothing that I removed

    into that paper bag. Soon enough I was almost nude, trembling slightly, though

    notfrom fright.  Thomas had seen me nude now a number of times and had used me in

    the various ways that a punished girl is used. Instead, I was trembling in

    anticipation. This might be thenight that Mrs. Olsen would join us, and if she did

    there was no telling how the agenda might go. This time, for preparation, all

    that happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my

    back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if she would appear and if she did

    appear if she would participate and if she did participate, how severe she would

    be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter what she

    had on top, I knew that she would wear a black merry widow, a short corset like

    garment, only hip length, and with that, black opera length hose and garters.

    And of course, black panties that revealed more than they hid, through which

    would clearly be visible her fulsome behind. I had seen her dressed this way, and

    it really depressed me. It also really excited me. I had visions of kissing that

    large, shapely bottom, of thrusting my tongue up inside and I hated these visions.

    And secretly begged that she make it happen.

        I stood, just marking time. The phone range. Tom went upstairs to talk, and

    seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. Icould hear voices as he answered

    upstairs, but could not identify who was there. I could only hope. Footsteps

    could be heard two pair were coming down the stairs and there she was!!

    Mrs. Velma Olsen stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a simple, severe

    black dress.  She looked around the room, looked finally at me, standing wearing

    only my panties, my wristsfastened behind my back.  "My dear", she said. "You

    cannotimagine how glad I am to see you here.  And looking so lovely,too".

    I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling mybottom, gently

    squeezing one cheek of my ass.  Her hands ran up my front, taking hold of each

    bare breast and fondling me. She took my nipples, each between a thumb and

    forefinger and gently squeezed, bringing them to instant erection and using my

    nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close. "Let me see your tongue", she

    commanded. I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of my tongue. Squeezing somewhat

    harder, she ordered me "Further,darling. Stick it all the way out so that i can

    see it." I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep kissed. And gently, she

    bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard enough. This was not at all what I

    had expected.

        "My dear", she said, "Tom has told me how naughty you have been.

        I am not really surprised, but it is nice to have confirmation that I have

    been correct.  He has asked that I help in modifying your behavior. Won't that be

    fun?"  And in saying that she squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp.

    She removed the black frock.  She did not have the merry widowon rather, she was

    wearing only a sexy looking deep cut blackbra, and black panty hose.  This

    emphasized her curvaceous figure, and with her high heels, she had a totally

    queenly appearance.  Tom, watching closely his eyes popping out at the sight was

    obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least for now, he was going to be

    a voyeur in this drama not a direct participant.  It also seemed that he did not

    mind in the least.

        Velma sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom up. Her hands fondled my

    bikini clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a bit. A hand ran inside the

    waist band and squeezed naked flesh not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze.

    She quickly pulled my panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me to

    open my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands probed here and there.

    First a finger touched all around my vulva, testing for creaminess. I was sopping

    wet. The finger probed inward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my

    now erect clit, almost making me leap off her lap.  The finger found its way

    between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the rosebud pointing up at her,

     gently forced its way inside, full depth.  This also seemed to please her.

    "Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knew you would be".

        And she raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one cheek of my

    upturned bottom.  Very slowly, she lectured me on good behavior, punctuating

    almost every point with another hard swat on my bare ass, first on one cheek and

    then the other,alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each side

    got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fairshare. Very soon she

    brought me to tears. This went on for awhile much longer than I had expected, and

    much more of a spanking than Tom had ever given me. I was crying now, not knowing

    what to say.

        I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might that I would be

    good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I would obey her in anything

    just anything, that she might want me to do. She pushed me off onto the floor,

    ordered me to kneel before her. Now understand how I felt. I had truly been

    punished and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to be treated

    this way, and to have Tom see me treated this way. I felt totally ashamed of

    myself for getting myself into this situation.  And I felt totally under her

    control. But most of all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen,

    she was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her. What she wanted

    from me, she would get! She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Tom) a pair

    of delicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark brown nipple to

    kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what was going to happen now, and I did just

    as she indicated she wanted me to do I leaned forward, and took that luscious

    morsel into my mouth and sucked it lovingly.  Shortly, her hand found my earlobe,

    and pulled me downward. She shucked her black underpants, spread her husky,

    shapely thighs, and showed me a musky crotch, obviously excited that she wanted me

    to kiss as a gesture of submission. And all the time that I had known her, hated

    her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted.I had dreamed about it

    a thousand times, the thought of me being on my knees, kneeling before her

    widespread thighs, peering into her open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink

    lips and her erect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss. I knew the significance

    of this position. I was going to lean forward and kiss her there, and suck her

    juices,and give her pleasure.  And by so doing, she was going to take possession

    of me to use me anyway that she chose to use me in the future.  I was going to

    beconverted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me. I buried my

    face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting her juices, enjoying the strange

    flavors and enjoying the sexy,gorgeous feeling of humiliation of doing this with

    Tom watching. He loved it.

        I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to the table for

    the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon.  A large spoonful was poured, and

    offered to me. I pursed my lips,knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this.

    I refused. She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. It hurt,

    really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in mood. She said,

    "Now there you are being willful,disobedient.  That is exactly what I am going to

    correct." She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for

    my troubles the tablespoonful of the castor oil.  I gagged on it, but managed to

    swallow it down.

        "Would you like another?" she asked.

        When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched again, saying "Now that isthe WRONG

    answer, darling.  Let me ask again.  Would you like another?"

        I knew what would happen if I said no again.  I did not know what to say.

    She said it for me.  She said "May I have another that would be the way that you

    would say it if you had good manners". And with that, she gave me another pinch,

    this time not so hard but still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another,

    and was duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later, another and

    another.....

        I was let alone for a while, while Velma and Tom disappeared upstairs. They

    were gone for a long time. When they came back,I could see that Tom had lost his

    erection. Velma sat down again before me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me

    to kiss her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much more juicy

    than before, a totally different flavor, too.  Obviously,out of my sight, they had

    fucked. She had paid Tom, in a sense,for turning me over to her for discipline, and

    she had thanked him in the manner he liked best.  Velma reached into her purse,

    and found a new toy a large nipple clip that she attached to one of my nipples,

    and snapped a leash onto it.  This was a new way to lead somebody around. She

    found my coat, threw it over my shoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper

    bag with my clothes in the other, said goodbye to Tom, and led me out to her car.

            As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a great lady who had

    just procured a new toy, and now meant to take it home and play with it in depth.

    I was the toy.  And I knew this game that we were going to play. She was going to

    make the rules and I was going to abide by them without any limits. She would be

    judge and jury and enforcer. In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other

    breast in her hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She turned her

    face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss as well, a totally confusing mixture of

    sensations and feelings. Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling it

    swetness.  She gently, very gently frigged my clit, bringing me almost, but not

    quite to orgasm.  And she nibbled on my ear lobe,and thrust a tongue into my ear,

    in the meanwhile whispering "Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am

    going tojust love being your teacher.  You are just going to love it. Did you

    enjoy going down on me?" Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for

    pinching mynipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the right

    answer.  I said that I loved it.

        "Good", she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, rightnow."

        So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of Tom's house,

    my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking her clit and all the while,

    that castor oil was doing its    insidious work, taking me ever closer to that

    particular point of    no return.

        Away we drove, finally, towards home.  I was certain that I would never make

    it there, considering the wild sensations in my bowels. Somehow, I did manage to

    hold on long enough, my stomach heaving and quenching as she led me up the stairs,

    firmly holding the leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and to my

    surprise, it was granted without question. Velma was for the moment in her sweet

    phase. I came back out, and was granted permission to shower and to rest a bit.

    Rest for what?  Well, asit turned out, for quite a bit more.

        An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she

    ordered me up.  My hands were fastened behind my backagain, and after some really

    loving type gentle play with mynipples, we began to discuss discipline. She

    reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each other. She

    pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I could have,

    should have behaved differently.  Now, she told me, she was going to teach me

    number of things, but better manners and better behavior and total obedience to

    recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously, she

    was now the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I was

    sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent forward to give me a

    delightful view of her bare ass, her legsspread so that I could see her brown

    rosette, almost winking at me. I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long,

    wet, sweet thrusting kiss. At that point, I could not. She said that this

    was disobedience, exactly what she had meant.  And announcing this, she bent me

    over the end of the couch, my bottom raised.

        She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from the closet,

    and showed it to me a wicked looking leather strap,about 18" long, 3" wide, and

    the end cut into three separate tongues of leather.  She told me that it was a

    trainer, sometimes called a tawse, but by any name a marvelous tool for one job

    for teaching. She said that nature had provided every female a placeto be taught

    her naked behind. There, lessons could be given,that might be painful for the

    moment, but they would be remembered and no permanent harm would come. And with

    that, she raised the tawse, and SSSPPLLAATT!! a fiery streak, right across the

    crowns of both cheeks.  I screamed out.  She saidnothing, and for a long time, the

    only sound in the room was the voice from the TV.  Time dragged, and my behind was

    on fire. I had never really felt anything like it before.  And then SSPPLLAATT!!

    Again, she burned my bottom, as before. And now it hurt twice as much, if that is

    possible.  I was sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go.  All that got me was a

    third and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump.She asked me

    questions about things I had done the previous year,about things I had said,

    about Tom.  She wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That

    immediately earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and

    this time I confessed.  She wanted to know if I had him use me up the ass. I

    denied it and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Tom had been using me

    anally. She noted that down for future reference, as if that was another

    transgression that she intended to cure.  I was crying hysterically now, willing

    to tell her anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the process a

    barn burner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped.

        She said to me, "What would you like to do,now?" I knew there was only one

    answer to that question, and I said it, "Please let me show you, let me kiss your

    beautiful ass."  She smiled slightly,bent forward again, and again, offered her

    brown rosette to my tongue.  Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted

    to do. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly,tasted her strange

    flavor, and gave her thusly the kiss of total obedience.


        She left the room.  After what seemed a long time, she returned,carrying a

    paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure enough, she found a spoon,

    and then asked me if I wanted my dessert now.  I gulped, cried again, and said

    nooooo.  And for that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse.  She asked

    again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did so. She made me

    request it, made me ask her to please feed me my dessert.