His fantasies about the mature woman were a lot more intense than most boys his age would ever feel. Damian had a burning desire for one particular ol...er woman; it was so strong that from his early teenage years, everybody around noticed it, although they all put it down to a normal crush of a teenager on a pretty older woman. The reality of his unusual desire however ran much deeper than any of those people would ever know. It was, Damian's most closely guarded secret.Damian's mom, Carla had. ..do I get a kiss goodnight?" he asked as she started to stand.When she bent to kiss her brothers cheek she saw his eyes drift to her now fully exposed breasts, then realized she didn't care, in fact she wanted him to look...wanted him to desire her. She quickly kissed his lips instead of his cheek, then looked down and saw his shaft clearly outlined. "I'm glad you're home Patty," her brother said to her back as she hurried confused from the room. She dreamt of her little brother's prick all. His hand is on my thigh and my hand on his, our eyes lock for a moment before I push it away. Secretly wishing that hand was inside me. “May I see the box you asked about?” Not knowing why he wants it I see no harm in it. I tell him it’s on my bed and he can go get it. He doesn’t say a thing and walks to my room. After a few minutes he has not returned so I go to see what he is doing. I find him on the floor, box in his lap, head hung, hands in tight fists. I walk closer to him, my feet right. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but of course, they now belong to you. If you’d like, I can bring some of my older slaves back into the fold as well. Would you like me to have them come here for you?”“Not at this time. 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.