Faith doesn't try anything

Faith couldn't help remembering how good the chair felt.

She had to do as she agreed or Andrew wouldn't dominate her anymore.

She liked Andrew domianting her. No, she loved it.

If she was Andrew's **** that wouldn't be a sign of weakness. Slaves were supposed to submit to their masters.

She could be Andrew's **** and he could dominate her anytime he wanted rather than when she commanded it.

If she used the chair to give Andrew back his slaves he might be willing to be her master. But if he gave him her slaves too then he definately would.

Andrew was very forgiving.

He was a good master.

He was HER master.

Faith hadn't realized the passing of time or the ease the programmed thoughts slipped into her mind.

She felt herself being removed from the chair. "No," she cried thrusting her hips. "Turn it back on."