Submission of Alyssa Cage

Though I had talked to her many times over Skype, this was the first time seeing Alyssa in person ever as her bitch of a mother kept her from me for feat I would somehow corrupt her. Had she known what an open-minded, perverted young woman she grew up to be, she probably would have sent her off to live in a convent, but as it was Alyssa stood in my back yard where me and Mistress Sophia lounged in the mid-afternoon sun, and confessed her desires to learn all about the life that I live. And Mistress Sophia was more than willing to teach her.