It was one of those stout-looking, narrowoblong tables that look like they were made from a ship’s timbers. Hewas sipping from a large mug of co...fee, and across the table from himwas a woman about my age in a long skirt and a baggy black sweater,her wavy brown hair drawn back in a loose pony tail. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Celeste said brightly. “Ted, meetAmy. Amy, Ted is the guy whose story I showed you last week.” Amylooked up, blushing, and smiled.. She prepared dinner for us and after we ate, we watched TV as Mum loaded the dishwasher. Natalie said, "After we go to bed tonight, and Mum is in bed, come to my room and we will try a Christmas wish." I looked at her quizzically and nodded. She would not explain what she meant by a Christmas wish. The evening passed slowly, with both the anticipation of Christmas gifts and the secret meeting between Natalie and myself. At 10pm we all went to bed. Mum was asleep within minutes, her soft. There were two chairs and a small table along one wall. There was a small fireplace on the far side of the room.“Will this do, my Lord?” the innkeeper inquired.“Yes, thank you, innkeeper. I will need the spirits and several pitchers of water. Some clean rags or towels if you have them. Also, have someone bring my saddle pack up from the stable.”The spirits and rags arrived in short order. They were brought in by one of the serving girls. She blanched when she saw the girls back. She ran out. Or, at least I was a dominant. I don’t know if I really am anymore. This is confusing for me, and my head hurts while trying to answer.”While she was saying this, she started to not look very good. She was starting to waver and her face was turning ashen.“Stop. Tell me about your current slaves.”As soon as I gave her a specific request, she started to look better. “Master, I have two slaves right now, though I have had many before. They mostly still have their previous lives, but when I want.