You can no more cease to command than I can cease to obey. We are what we are. I am your slave. You are my master. It's not just what I want. It's wha... I need. I just hope that it never ends. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again."So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public,. “Don’t fish for compliments.”He blushed and frowned at the same time. Then, nothing to lose, “Come by my pad. It’s close. Ten minutes.”“Is that the best thing about it? It’s close?”Blush deepened. Then, “No, the best thing is I’m in it. You won’t regret it.”“Look, you seem like a nice enough guy. You probably have your share of little Kansas girls who take you up on that offer. Not me. If I wanted to hook up with someone, it would be at my hotel. Not some stranger’s house.”I’d upgraded him from. The warm, golden pee came slowly trickling out from my tight shorts all the way down my legs into my socks and trainers. The pee had turned my white shorts shiny and completely see through, has I bent down to look what I had done I got a strange feeling running through my spine and I watched my cock stand on end. At the time is was the strangest and best feeling I had ever had. So I put my hand in my trousers to try and stop it from showing through my wet, shiny shorts. Has I took hold of my. Claude climbed the stairs and stood outside of her door, getting a mental map of what lay inside.Renee was curled in a ball around a pillow, trying to will away the hopelessness that invaded her to the core. She wore a light cotton nightgown; she'd tried to put on day clothes- something she would have felt safer in- but the wardrobe had only opened to sleep wear. She had buried herself under the comforter, safe in the darkness.Claude took a deep breath, mostly to calm himself, and then burst.