"Jane dear, you should tell me if there is something wrong." It's a slave's duty to obey and please her Mistress or Master. There's nothing wrong." OK.... If it's your duty to obey, then I'd like you to tell me what's wrong."She was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, it's just that I've found such a wonderful Master, and now I wonder if I'm going to spend any time being a slave."Ken laughed and took her hand in his and kissed it. "My dear woman, you will spend as much time being used as a. He felt another wave of shame and confusion that any part of his brain could think about making love to her. ‘Can you keep reading, please?’ said Lynn softly. He was losing his voice, but Lynn’s request and her improvement over the last three weeks kept him going. In desperation, he had picked Moby-Dick off his shelf of books he was supposed to have read to try to distract and console his friend and roommate. They had both readily escaped into the book from the beginning when Ishmael lamented. ”She changed clothes and got into her silky robe and picked up her new ‘cock’ she had bought the night before. She had no concerns about anything but playing with her new toy and having a mind bending orgasm. Marcie undid the straps on her robe and let it fall to the floor as she spread her legs apart to play with her freshly shaved pussy. She had shaved her legs in the shower that morning and decided to shave her pussy as well. Marcie slid a finger down her already wet pussy lips and scooped. Barely at 5 foot 3, she often wondered what it was that Seff liked so much about her. He was over six feet tall, Veronica liked to think of him as being the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ man that she kept reading about in all those Romance Novels. It wasn’t that she was bad looking. She just wasn’t your average modelesque type. Her layered, color-changing hair was just below her shoulders, she wore black rimmed, plastic framed glasses, and she was far from being a ‘girly-girl.’ She didn’t wear.