Mom looked at me surprised. “You're going to let your wife still be my pet?”“Of course,” I nodded, “nothing has to change because the name o... the relationship has changed.”“I guess so,” Mom smiled, seemingly liking that she could be submissive to some and dominant to others.“You're an enigma, Mom,” I commented, leaning in to kiss her, wanting to make Ellie jealous, not quite ready to call our battle a truce. I wanted to have Ellie unconditionally and willingly underneath me yet. Breaking the. "Yes, Mistress," he said."Good boy," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.That was typical of their D/s relationship. Candy could be harsh at times, but she was often sweet to him. Nevertheless, what she called him summed up her attitude about him: "boy". He was not a man to her, just a boy-toy. She didn't respect him, even she had grown to like him a little more. He was too immature to deserve being considered a man. His dealings with Sally were proof of that.She never said that he was. Kneading and working the muscles as I reach your hand. I thread my oiled fingers through yours and work my thumbs in small circles into the palm of your hand. Moving back up your arm and across your back to the right shoulder, I slowly massage down your arm. Threading my fingers into yours, I again work the palm of your hand. I hear you exhale and you start to relax.Back at your shoulders, I place my hands palms down along each side of your spine, finger tips just skimming your neck. I press. "And you won't need this," she said as she slipped Mary Ann's thong into her jeans pocket. "I might wear this myself in practice today."Candice left just as Mary Ann's class began taking up seats. Many horny boys -- and a few girls -- filled the front seats, as usual, hoping to sneak a peak -- like today. But only the first two girls who entered the class noticed her feet propped up on the desk for a split second."Everything OK, Ms. G?" one girl asked."Right as rain," Mary Ann said, crossing.