You're just delicious. Open.” Olivia complied and opened her mouth and I inserted my finger almost deep enough to make her gag, but not quite. She c...losed her lips and I felt her suck lightly. “That's a good slut, clean my finger off.” She sucked a little harder as I extracted my finger. I rubbed her bottom a bit to get her attention back to the task at hand, no pun intended. The last ten went off without any mistakes, but she was sobbing almost uncontrollably by now. I was secretly glad she. "Yer Daddy's boy now. You belong to Daddy. Rest. Rest."Patrick sighed and closed his eyes. This was so much better than those internet movies. This was real. In just a few moments, he drifted off into a deep slumber.Training BeginsPatrick slowly floated back into consciousness. He was laying on the couch in Zeke's living room, curled up in the fetal position and sucking on his thumb. His pants were still down around his knees and a blanket had been thrown over him. He opened his eyes slowly and. Grace sniffed, "Maybe it's just me being delusional: if you want something bad enough, your mind sometimes convinces itself it can really happen. Sometimes ... sometimes I get the feeling he wants me, like a man wants a woman and it feels so wonderful. Do you know how long it's been since I've had that feeling?" About as long as it has been for me," Pat said reaching out to grasp one of Grace's hands. "And you're beautiful," she continued. "I don't know how I could compete with you and your...". Still she was nervous, the knowledge of her new status did not take that away. Becca had concerns that she would not satisfy her Master, that she would not be able to continue, once her real training began. The fears compounded in her mind and reflected in her face, while her back was to him.Becca had read many things on the Internet of women, and men alike, who had given up absolute control to their Master or Mistress. She had just done the same. Still there was hesitation even with her desire.