He rummaged around in the bag for what seemed like forever. Finally he held up an old, woman’s bedroom slipper with a thin leather sole and said, �...�Ah, here it is.”I had never seen that in the bag before. As old as it was, I’m sure it had been in there for a long, long time, but Master had never used it on me. He held it out for me to see and said, “The beauty of a slipper is that it can be used for everything from a light kiss to a severe beating.”I gulped slightly and trembled a little in. His lips parted slightly as my firm tits hung at eye level. My pussy began to ache painfully in my need and the closeness made his dick extend to its full size, as if he could smell the burning desire of my thoughts. I parted my luscious red lips at the sudden image of my mouth sinking down around his hard cock. After his wrists were free, I bent down slowly to work on freeing his ankles. Spreading my thighs wide, exposing my glistening silk coated pussy. His eyes widened and his tongue danced. "I want to relate to women like I relate to you. I want to surrender my manhood to them and be gentle and submissive in love." Good, darling," mother said. "That's very sweet. I'm glad you want to be different than your father. And I'm glad you can admit it. Now, for being so sweet, mommy's going to give you a reward -- she's going to make your dream come true."She took me into her arms and French-kissed me and began feeling me up. I was thrilled as she stimulated my sensitive nipples, stroked. "Claire reached out and patted her son's hand. "I don't want you to feel that way. I'm not mad or upset. But can you blame me for being the least bit shocked about what I heard you say?" No, I guess not," he replied."Did you really mean what you said about me?"He looked down at the table. "Yeah, I guess there's no point in denying it." Gosh, what on Earth were you thinking imagining that it was me of all people doing something so dirty to you. I'm not that kind of woman. And I don't have to.