"Oh, how wicked. Underwear it shall be, sir," then she kissed me once more and went back downstairs. I stayed on my bed for a little while to think. T...is was taking on a momentum of its own, which I had not at all expected. But I had to make a fast decision. How was I going to live up to my words? I certainly hoped she did not expect me to turn up as a Master, you know the kind you read about, with a whip in his hand. I decided on a more verbal version of this 'taking advantage', and I quickly. By Matthew Phillips THE WORDS OF MATTMy name is... was... might be... Matt. I have little time left to tell my story, but I feel that it is vital to the survival of the human race that I let my tragedy out.I lived as a full timed student attending a college, states away from any family or close friends. Mostly I would spend my time on studies or surfing the Internet. Growing up I always wanted to make a difference in the world. I wanted to accomplish something that would leave my name in. Nodding Rashal sat as Yasmen tried to pick exactly what she wanted to say."You say you feel this feeling in your heart after you have sex with your master." Rashala nodded. "Do you feel it any other time like say... when you just think about your master?" Yasmen asked."Yes, I had thought that staying away from master more would help, but it only made me desire him that much more." Rashal replied.Yasmen nodded, "So nothing has helped at all I take it?"Rashala looked down blushing again, "No,". He tapped his temple with one long finger, drawing my attention first to his dark-tinted nail and then to the significance of the gesture."Telepathy?" I asked incredulously and he just stared at me. "And how do you propose I'd do that?" Shape Shifters aren't usually gifted with telepathy except occasionally between mates and sometimes family and he wasn't either.He just shrugged, his large t-shirt barely moving with the gesture. I opened my mouth to say more when Marcus and Billy returned."My.