Just one had made it to me, and although he was a very sweet man, we had different priorities, different preferences; and we had gone our separate ways after several months of dating. Sex Wolf was not the physical type I would normally be interested in but his mind and imagination had captured my own and I held the door for him to enter my home. He used his ability to weave visual images with his words to seduce my mind, giving me story outlines as he knew I wrote short adult stories. That afternoon and evening with Wolf, I was resisting him, in every way I could, as I knew deep down that this man could take me to hell just as easily and quickly as he’d put me in heaven if I let him get too close. His passion for me was obvious in the look in his eyes as he stepped back and said quietly, “Take everything off Baby, and let me see you”. He looked deeply into my eyes and very quietly said “You are mine now, completely, I own you; and I will train you to be MY perfect slave”.
