.but I'm so...ashamed!" I hate it!" I said, knowing it was both thetruth and a lie at the same time."No, you don't hate it dear, you hate not being ab...le to be free to beyourself. You're afraid of what everyone else will say if they knew justhow pretty you are able to become. Now then, come sit by me and tell meall about why you feel this way."I sat next to mom like a lump, until she took my hand in hers. Then itcame out. All of my frustrations, fears, denials, then the elation andcalmness I. "Please, Wallz, go slowly this time. I know I shouldn't be but I really am a little frightened," she said."I think for the first time in my life I am going to lie to Jim and tell him I got really scared at the last minute and backed out of letting you do it. If I tell him we did it, he is going to want to do it too. It may be selfish of me but I want something to be very special and private for just you and me. I hope that makes sense to you," She told me."Marie, I love how you think my naughty. It was always a fun holiday for them and their slaves to enjoy.Now you must be thinking why would a Mistress and a Master be a couple? They’re both dominant people. Nobody in the relationship wants to be a switch. They both have their slaves to play with.Mistress Rebecca was having three of her best slaves come for the extravaganza. Master Dan had three of his best sluts coming too. The slaves have never met the other slaves. Mistress Rebecca didn’t want the slaves fucking around. More to come when i have the time. check out my other stories if you like this one. (: Im going for a softer approach this time. ) I have come so far for this. When I finally reach the building I consider turning back. This thought is fleeting, like the cool and collected raise of an eyebrow. It really only lasted the ammount of time it would take to work those muscles and arrange your face in such a way. By the time I had opened the heavy glass door and entered into the carpeted lobby-esque.