I know some people don’t quite understand how I can love being a slave to my Mistress, but that’s because they don’t understand how we relate, a...nd how devoted we are to each other. Worshipping her not only felt right, it was almost like a religious experience for me.Yet, awkwardly, that changed during this period as well. Mistress started coddling me. I was used to being her slave. I bathed her, cooked her meals when she didn’t wish to cook, did most of the household cleaning – which I will. Steve had come a long way from that cold unemotional automaton she had first met and she felt guilty that shecould not respond by improving her own behaviour. It was just that, well - the brutal rape had left her scarred, forever. She bent down to hug the dog. 'Good old Zac,' she sighed, `always there, always faithful, always a good friend.' She slumped on the bed and started sobbing her heart out because she just could not bring herself to make love to Steve. Zac whined softly and. There were times we talked about it like this, and they never failed to ignite our love fueled passion. I moved a hand up to her chin and turned her head to the side, bringing her lips over to mine. I kissed her gently at first, enjoying the feel of her full soft lips on mine. My hunger rapidly grew, and the kisses became stronger and more aggressive. My tongue found hers and we kissed like that for a while, full, wet open mouthed kisses as I continued to grab and stroke her ass with my other. When I got to her place, she only had a few things for me to help her with, none of them something I would say required a need for my presence. When I asked her about it, she told me how she had been attracted to me the first day she saw me and really wished she could have been my girlfriend. I told her that I thought she was an unbelievable girl, which was not an exaggeration at all, but that I was committed to Ann and couldn't risk losing her.Leticia gave me a hug and I just held her for what.