He listened as the priest droned on and on from atop the large rock, listing the rules of the Game.They were simple really, he thought, and wondered w...y the old man had to take so long laying them out. The game began with the women dropping their robes and running, nude, toward the rising sun. When they reached the tree line, some hundred paces down the hill, the men would drop their robes and give chase.If a man caught a woman, and took from her the veil that covered her womb, she was his.. In it, he tries to differentiate between so-called masters and true ones. Mastery is not what is commonly conceived by most people."It has nothing to do with crops and whips and beating a woman to show how macho you are. No dungeon is necessary. It’ a state of mind where a master controls the pleasures of his sub to enhance her sexuality and enjoyment. A sub is a woman who is willing to relinquish control because of the pleasure the master, or dom, can provide her.”“Will I have to call you, Sir. It was after 3:00AM when I arrived home. I was exhausted so I slept like the dead. I checked my phone messages while I brewed the day’s fresh coffee. I personally preferred it a day old, In order to get it a day old, I had to brew it fresh while I still had at least half a pot from the day before. My kitchen was constantly a game of three card Monte. Follow the one day old coffee pot, was what I said to myself as I rotated the large plastic peanut butter jar of cold coffee.In my phone voice. I had somehow surprised all of them, most of all Kristen.“No Master, please don’t ask me to do this. I want to stay like this for you. I like who I’ve become.”“Kristen, I’ve thought long and hard about this. I want to free you to find out what you really think about this. You need to be first.”She had that look I’ve seen since the first days where a more complicated instruction would cause them to look like they were preoccupied until they accepted it. It went on for a few seconds and then she.