The. I waited a while.After a while, imad finished his workout, washed himself and came to talk to me.-hey hameeda, not getting late to home?--well…... can go later. Is there a anywhere we can talk a while?--well, you can go to the old dressing room, go upstairs and wait there till I come…-Then he showed me the way to there. I hesitantly went there, looking around to see if anyone is paying attention to me.There were some beds there, and sporting equipment as well. As far as I knew, some. 'I thought you had changed your mind,' she said with a small voice. I explained that it was difficult to persuade her husband that I really needed an early night, but judging by the state of him it was not likely he would last for another hour. 'Have you changed your mind' , I asked gently. 'I know I shouldn't, but I have to' , was her reply. I took her hands in mine and asked her to stand up for me. Pulling on my hands, she eased her very heavily pregnant body off the bed. Then without another. He loved making her smile. ‘There!’ she said pointing a couple feet away. His luggage was sliding down toward them slowly. They didn’t move, just waited for it to get to them, and not letting her go he reached out and pulled it down. Situating it so he could carry it with one hand and still hold hers, they made their way to the elevators. ‘So, guess what I’m driving,’ she said pushing the down button for the parking garage. He stood and pretended to think for a second. ‘Your mom’s van,’ he said. Tell me about why they are your slaves.”“Master, I am confused on how to answer you. I believed that these relationships were about power being given and accepted. I saw submission in them, they found strength in me. It was consensual in that they could say their safe word and walk away at any time. However, once I’ve pushed them past their limits, they would never dream of using their safe word. I’ve trained them to love the whip even as I carefully ensured they had no permanent damage. If.