He is a slave to the passion and the commitment. He is a slave to his overwhelming desire to protect his property at all costs. He is a slave to his s...lave. I know without question that he loves me so much he’d literally lay down his life for me. He owns me, and his ownership owns him.”Then it dawns on you, the real paradox; that from within in a truly loving and caring D/s relationship there is no way to tell who is the master and who is the slave. It is a power exchange but the power is in. I knew that was what he wanted. After a few seconds of vigorous stroking, he started to shoot ropes and ropes of thick, hot, and salty cum on me. Some of it landed on my tongue, a little on my hair, and the rest on my face. When he was finished, he wiped his cock on my face and pulled his pants up. I thought it was over, but, little did I know, that was only the beginning.I had started to get up, thinking I’d go for my t-shirt and cover up, but as luck would have it, I was pushed down again on. My sister in upstate New York. My brother inAtlanta. A few cousins."I nodded. "And you would have your sissy sisters. Flower and Phyllis." Yes," I smiled. "That would be nice. I've never met Flower."Mistress studied me for a moment. She seemed to have a thought."Have you ever sucked Phyllis' cock?" I asked sweetly."Ma'am? No ma'am," I said."Well, you will," Anita said. "A wife always sucks her husband's cock." A wife?" Yes, Munchkin. I have decided that I do what three little maids, just. “Hi, Mike! Welcome back.”“Thanks. How’s your daughter?”“Growing like a weed! How are you doing?”“I’m doing OK. Is Nancy working today?”“Yes. She’s on break. She should be out in a few minutes.”“OK. I’ll get what I need.”Angie and I picked up the soft drinks, snacks, and a few other things I wanted for my room. The last thing we picked up were two ice-cold Cokes from the fridge. Nancy was there when we brought everything back to the counter.“Hi, Mike!”“Hi! How are you doing?”“Good. You?”“OK,” I.