"Who are you, pet?" I asked her as I toyed with her. "Your slave, Master." "Wrong answer! I said as I flicked her clit. She gasped at the suddenness o... my response. "Who are you, slave?" I asked again. "Master... I am your... slave," she repeated. "Wrong answer slave. Shall we try this again?" I said as I flicked her clit again. "I am sorry, Master... I don't know what you want," she said. "You are more than a slave, pet. A slave is a laborer, a servant... someone forced to work for another.. She then turned around and jumped on top of me. At first she was just trying to pin me down like I did to her and ofcourse I let her. She sat on my chest while she pokes my face to annoy me. Since I am a lot stronger than she is, I pushed her off and grabbed her from behind to put her on a sleeping hold. Little did I know my boner was back up again and this time it is grinding on her ass. She pulled her arm back and grabbed my cock. She then whispered let me go or your mini you gets it. I. I hope it doesn't bother you to be working with your mother. Assoon as I saw her I just knew she was the face we had to have on thedoor." No, that doesn't bother me at all," I said with a sense of relief. "Itwill actually make things easier for me in the beginning."After Kate took a few pictures of me with her digital camera she gave mea slip of paper with the name and address of the tattoo shop on it. Shealso informed me that my working attire was only going to be what I waswearing when she. She knew that she was equal to Erik, as a person, while also enjoying her role as his submissive sex slave. Those two ideas didn’t feel as contradictory as they once had. She was feeling more comfortable with the distinction between sexual fantasy and reality.Erik walked to stand over her, clearing his throat loudly. She stifled the last of her giggles and pushed herself back up to a proper submissive’s kneeling posture. When she tried to compose her face, however, into the correct expression.