‘I missed you so much. I wanted to kiss you and to feel your body against mine. I ached for your touch. But you’re here now and we can be together... tonight after this little soiree is over. Can you wait that long?’ ‘I don’t know if I can, but I’ll have to. You have responsibilities inside and my news can wait.’ ‘News? What news? Don’t tease me, Ashford, tell me.’ ‘No, I think it would be better when we’re alone after the party.’ ‘I can’t wait that long. Ashford McManus, tell me now or I’ll. She remembered our first discussion about wearing a collar. I'd told her that though anyone can wear a collar for someone else that doesn't make them a pet. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them to serve. A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise. It is clear that she loves you. So her first priority will always be to make sure you are safe from both serious physical as well as mental harm. The only way she can do that is if you are totally honest with her about your concerns and fears as well as your need to submit. It's hard I know. I have sometimes trouble formulating what I feel or would like to feel." Part of the issue with my ex was created exactly by that. A failure to communicate. I had one understanding and she had a different. ” Mum looked at the picture of that tiny ring and laid her had a little to the side as if she wanted to check it from each side. Then she looked at me and I knew now she was my loving mother and not my mistress by the sight of her eyes. “What do you think, honey? You like these?” “I like those, but maybe we should take the black ones because I will like the contrast between your pink pussy and the black metal.” I was surprised how strong my voice sounded when I spoke as mummy’s son and not as.