One day, you will own that word and lifestyle. You could become like me, a slutmaker; but first, you must be the slut which is vulnerable but also thr...lling, exciting, natural."John leant in for a hug and she consented to this. She, through her extensive slutmaking, knows softness is needed alongside strength. "There, that hug felt good, comforting, and I predict so, too, will slutdom. Here's the deal, a slut is always in control and there is no problem with that. In fact, that is the great. I reached around and stuck a finger in his ass while deep throating his dick. Within minutes, he grabbed a couple fistfuls of hair and pulled my head close while he came down my throat. While he was humming i felt another pair of hands on my tits, this time from behind. I turned to see the wife riding the guy she had been sucking. I turned to see the remaining guys behind me with their cocks out, stroking. I took out a couple yoga mats and put them on the floor. They stripped my leggings off of. My slaves had been talking about how much I liked this, so whenever any of them saw the chance to do this they jumped for it. I reached out and wrapped my arms around Brenda's chest and started smashing her down onto my cock. When I felt my first blast, I told my slaves, "All of you, come with me."Susan had been trying to sit up when I said this and she promptly fell back onto the bed. Brenda started quivering and slumped down with me still buried deep inside her. Jessica had been playing with. I felt the autumn breeze on my face, as I glided along the streets.When I finished my jog and got back to my sanctuary, I would work on my strength by doing pull-ups, push-ups and free weights, for at least an hour. The cycle I implemented a few years back came back to me instantly. Steadily I was building up my strength.With Father Petrou, I became very close. Every evening we would cook something to eat together. When we finish our meal, we would enjoy a game of chess. A strategy board game.