I love you and I don’t want our play to create an issue for you, which I’ve been told it will. So, here’s my alternative plan. First, all my sub...issives will join me in opening the red door room. All three of you ladies will go in there with me and look around. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of that room,” I explain to her.“What’s in there, Daddy?” She asks.“It’s a professionally set up BDSM room. If you or any of your submissive sisters are uncomfortable with the room, then I will keep it. " Iburst into tears.But he began to laugh. "Amira, you have become very dear to me. No, Iwant you as my wife."He hooked his finger in the iron collar I still wore and pulled me tohim. In minutes he was in me and I cried out my ecstasy."I will remove your collar too," he said when we were resting. "I donot think it is needed now and it takes away from your beauty."I took his hands in mine and kissed them. "Walid, I owe you my life. Iwas your slave. You owned my body, but now you own my heart. The girl was late twenties, blonde with a beautiful Swedish looking face, slim body and breasts which, although not large were beautifully shaped with a nice swell underneath and brown nipples that pointed slightly upwards. I watched them shower, completely naked and soaping each other generously. Then it was my turn. The water was not cold as I had expected, but warmed by the passage down the cliff and, compared to the salt water almost sweet to the taste. It felt good to wash the salt and. I wrapped myself, achieving decency, but only just. I checked in the mirror, and left the bathroom, black hair, white shoulders, sky-blue towel, and white legs. I opened the kitchen door quietly and looked in. Michael was standing there, washing the dishes, with his back to me. ‘Mike, where’s Steve?’ He didn’t even turn. ‘Out somewhere. Back later. Why?’ ‘Just wondered.’ I walked into the kitchen properly. ‘Umm… listen, do you need to do that now?’ ‘Umm… well, it’s gotta get done.’ ‘Yeah. It.