He pushed into her, his groan matching hers as he sank deep, her hips tilting up to meet his. When he opened his eyes, he paused, suddenly super-aware... of what he was doing. She was giving herself to him and had only been interested in his pleasure. It was time for that to change. ‘Tell me how you like it.’ He whispered, taking her ear lobe between his teeth and biting down gently. ‘Tell me.’ ‘Slow.’ She gasped as he began to move, slowly pulling all the way out, then pushing back in. ‘Oh,. .. yeah but... that's okay” and I said “Can we talk?” and she said “Sure” and we talked for a while about nothing really, or I talked mostly I guess and then I asked her something but she didn't answer so I said “You there?” and she didn't answer but I could hear her breathing through her nose because she had fallen asleep.And I closed my eyes and just laid there listening to her and it was hypnotizing and I masturbated with Lucy's breathing in my ear and I hung up only after I had come and I. ..It is a day like many others but she doesn'tcomplain; she does all these things with a sense of pride and purpose that fewwould understand. She finds joy and contentment in keeping her home andpreparing her mind and body in the service of her Master and His homecomingwhich draws closer as each hour passes.Four o'clockShe opens the shower door and turns the water on and undresses; the steam risesand she steps inside. This is a ritual that is never rushed but thoroughlyenjoyed. Lathering the. He gathered both slender wrists in one strong hand and held them behind her. He knew she didn’t fear being hurt by him. Her appetites varied but, tonight at least, he understood that she needed him to take control. He drew two fingers feather soft across her breasts and watched them transform in the mirror. He grazed the very tips of her hardened nipples and tapped them as lightly as his masculine touch could manage. She squirmed and pressed her thighs together tightly, as he whispered in her.