Her nipples began to tingle. She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he might reply, "Well, of course one gets used to having a man about ...he house..." No, I mean for sex," said Carter frankly. He leaned forward, his glass in his large hairy hands. "I mean, after all those years of regular fucking, it must get very lonely inside your..." I beg your pardon?" she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard correctly. Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn't used that lewd. They had been pushing hard to cover the miles the past few days on too little sleep.Both cabin doors were padlocked shut. A sign indicated they were rental cabins operated by the National Forest Service. Josh used a rock to bash the lock on the nicer of the two cabins. Josh and Molly looked in when the door swung open. They were surprised at what they found.The door opened into a family room furnished with nice chairs and a couch. The large stone fireplace dominated the great room. The left. For some reason we clicked, not as a slave and master but a different level. I was bored with the prim and proper level that embassy duty required and he invited me to a BDSM club. The Master had a couple of his slaves there, a male and a female, putting them through the paces as part of the show." I was setting to the side of the club when the Master paraded his slaves around. He recognized me and had them stop at my feet. The female was wearing a collar and he had a leash snapped to it. She. " I didn't ask you to speak baby, little girls like you must be seen andnot heard, we'll talk about this later when we discuss yourpunishments, now shut up and behave."She tugged the piece of my hair hard again as if to enforce her words,she could turn into a viscous angry bitch in seconds and her eyesblazed angrily now as she all but spat in my face. Tied there on thefloor, at her feet, my legs numb, I was in no position to argue withher. I closed my mouth, a slight tear of frustration.