I felt myself stiffen and had to consciously force myself to relax.“Hello.” It sounded stupid, but it escaped before I could take it back.“My La...dy,” she replied, bobbing her head nervously like a little bird.“My name is Sierra, and you are both welcome to use it. Please, help yourself.” I gestured to the cup of wine, and she wrapped one tiny hand around it but didn’t take a sip. I sighed. “What’s your name?”She glanced at me quickly, startled, and I could see that her eyes were a brilliant. I read some beautiful stories and, occasionally, I even thought ‘I would love to have that with my guy.’ So, why couldn't I do it? I was confused. But, the real truth is that it was always the same. No matter how sexy the woman or how sexy the story or picture, I had no desires. I never found myself aroused. So, back on that final day, I think we both knew it was the end, it would be our last day together. Naked, I climbed onto your lap and you held me so tight, tears flowing down my face.. In some, he presented a point that I had not considered. Several of our discussions, however, were simply attempts to exert his will over mine. And I confess that on more than one occasion, I was unnecessarily disrespectful.When we discussed my personal staff for the fifth time, I snidely thanked him for Bakura. "Since he has no discernable skills, I presume you have provided him as a gift for my personal entertainment. I guess you have come to accept my 'lifestyle' choice."He slapped me hard. I was still off from school. My thoughts were still with Mum and the wonderful holiday but I was beginning to wonder again about Maria. She did not appear to be around and I thought she too must be away. Mother meanwhile continued to be very warm with me as well as giving me glimpses of her that were, I was sure, designed to excite me. She frequently left the bedroom door open whilst she was putting on her stockings as she attached them to her suspenders. They were just flashes as I passed. I.