This was one of those times where time seemed to slow down. Every movement was exaggerated. The puck moved in slow motion as Stevenson came through my... left hand circle and slapped it. The problem was that I was moving in slow motion, too. My glove wasn’t going to get there in time. I was going to let him beat us. In my mind, I saw him in our bed with Ashley, moving against her naked body and making her moan his name. She said he was the best she had ever had. She said she loved him. That was. "I'm proud of you. You can do it. Ride the pain." That kind of thing.After the endorphins had left her system, I started training her in earnest. "You need to get your mind off of your pain and pleasure, or you'll either pass out, or go insane."How do I do that, Master?" You think of something un-sexy. Something that will distract you from these sensations. Close your eyes, and think un-sexy thoughts."Pyx tried, but she was having trouble thinking straight. "I'm sorry, Master. Can you help me?". I sensed her determination to push our relationship to its utmost and I was beginning to get more than a little anxious.Her parents were very strict Methodists and I later found that they did not allow TV or Radio to be played on a Sunday unless it was for a church service, and that grace had to be said before all meals.Well I did not mind that but on the one Sunday when I was induced to go there for tea her father introduced me to the local Methodist minister who was also a guest as "Fanny's. And I can’t take my eyes off of her.”I blushed. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was skipping so many beats I thought I would die.“Let’s go.” he said, smiling at me. He stood up on his feet, reaching his hand out to help me up. I took it, and with all of his strength, he pulled me up into the air, landing on my feet against his chest.“I wanted to get up, not fly!” I said teasingly.“I’m already flying when I’m around you.” he said.I blushed again and slapped his chest teasingly, “Stop it!” I.