After I was done, Alex, my Handler, escorted me to the room where my Master was waiting to receive me.“This is my slut,” Master showed me, naked, ...o the Client, who was sitting on a wooden chair. “She will massage you today,” The Client gave me a disinterested nod.“Show him your massage balls,” Master ordered me. I cupped my hands around my oiled breasts and presented them to the Client.“Tell him what they are,” Master ordered.“They’re pathetic lumps of meat,” I recited.“What are they good. There was an undercurrent of emotion, but it was well dampened.If we can take the analogy a step further and call emotions pebbles of a sort, the pebbles started moving around as Bob and Cecelia graded the results of the pop quiz. The first set of tests were shocking. As they graded more and more, their emotional levels fluctuated. By the time they were done it looked like the kids hadn't heard anything all week."This is awful!" complained Cecelia. Bob had seen these kinds of results in the. We sat like that for many long, comfortable minutes.She said, "I would like to talk about our story. I like the idea. What do we need to write up for our next class?" We need a description and a thesis statement. I can understand and figure out the description but the thesis statement could sound a little strange." I thought for a moment. "Of course, we get to prove our thesis with our fictional story."Karen nodded. "As much as this spot is lovely, I think we need to go to the library or some. Finally I leaned in, cheek to cheek and whispered in her ear. "Yes, I am." And pulled back into the formal position again.We danced, staring at each other until the song ended, and I walked over and stopped the CD. "Break time?" Okay."As we sat on the couch together, hips touching, hands touching, I grabbed her hand, pulled it to my lips and gave the tips of her fingers a quick kiss. "Ginny, do you trust me?" Yes, Davey. I have trusted you as long as I've known you. You are trustworthy, and.