” “Have you met with John yet?” “Yes Master, we have just said hello. I wanted to send you the pictures before we left the airport.” “Ok t...hen, John knows what I require when you get to your hotel My slut. You have made your Master very proud." He said again. “Thank you My Master, I miss you.” “I miss you too.” He hung up. Master is never one for long goodbyes. I looked at Master John, He grinned and stood up. “Shall we?” He said. He picked up my bags and took my hand, and we walked out of the. You make your way to her car. She is sitting on the driver seat, lookinglike she is about to leave. the car window is open and she is smoking acigarette "You really need to masturbate less, little Ricki, it wouldhelp you be more attentive to your partners needs." She looks at youlike you were a little child.'Damn.. she is right. But I haven't been able to since I got here.' Youhonestly respond and feel like a little child again.'If you want help in that, all you have to do is ask, little Ricki'. One day we had a disagreement and instead of pulling back she grabbed me by the balls and pulled my clothes down, then forcefully dragged me to the bedroom where she pulled out her vibrator and used it on me. The sex that followed was passionate and loving and when we were finished it was like being in a glowing bubble. Little did I know that when a woman takes a man's ass it changes how they see him and to an extent the man submits to her will.The next step was fantasy talk, first it was about. ‘Since you were nice enough to send me your photo, perhaps I should reciprocate,’ I suggested. I had fully expected her to laugh it off, but… ‘I’d hoped you might offer to do that, Tom. But let me give you my special private email address. Wouldn’t want Leonard or anyone else getting the wrong idea now, would we?’ Or the right one, I thought to myself. I wrote down her very nondescript email address. I already knew just the photo I’d take of myself and the caption I’d send to her. ‘But Tom, the.