" "She must have been terrified." "I believe she will be most compliant from this point on." "Such repressed sexuality just under the surface rea...y to be brought out." "I realize that Minerva, did you see how easilyshe is aroused," "Conditioned response will be one key to her submission," "I intend to have her begging for my touch to avoid your punishments." "I will be her protector as well as her Master." "I believe that will work with her Michael." "If your theorypans out and you. “What the hell should I wear?”, I said out to myself. I grabbed my best of pair of jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with boxers. “No point in boxers, just gonna have them off soon enough” I chuckled to myself, grabbing one of my tank tops and tossing that on too. I stood in front of my mirror and admired myself. Now, I'm not a vein person, but damn I looked good! While I admired myself in the mirror, flexing my muscles and striking poses, there was a soft knock at the door. I walked over. He was horribly excited, as he never seen such a pussy, such a girl. Wildly he started kissing her full body and every while kissing and licking her pussy again and again.He startled making wild humming and started biting her nipples and pussy alternatively.I came to notice that my wife was very cool and enjoying each moment very much by making some murmurings of great excitements , she was asking me to lick her again, but that man never allowed me to go to her.She became calm, so also the. He needed a slave who was intelligent and strong willed. One who was not, nor could not be, a doormat. My Master needed a slave who was physically strong enough to handle the things he required of her. He also needed a slave who could carry on in an intelligent conversation, amuse him with wit and a good sense of humor, yet one who submitted to him because right down to her core she was a slave. That is who and what I am. It is who and what I was born to be. Unfortunately, I was born in.