After I've cum, I'll revert to being a normal man and we can talk about what you liked and didn't like. But until then, it's all about what I like. Do...you agree to these conditions?"Sue looked very excited. "Yes." "Good," said Phil."You are now my slave. Starting right here in the pizzeria. You will address me as 'my lord', or 'master'. Never by name." Yes, master." You do not have a name. I will address you as 'slut', 'whore', 'cunt', 'slave', or... or..." Bitch, my lord?" she queried. The pink sting I had felt earlier progressed into burning crimson heat. He was acknowledging what I had already known. He truly did miss me as much as I genuinely missed him. When I planned my escape, I had no intentions of revisiting my captor. I moved as far away as possible, and I had moved on as well as I could. Maybe that’s why I agreed to meet him. Perhaps I was searching for resolution. He told me once that I couldn’t help who I loved. He also told me once that he was not relationship. Clara instead began rubbing my crotch with her hand and playing it off like nothing was happening. I could feel a bulge building in my pants and confronted Clara about what she was doing. I asked her if she really wanted to do what she was doing and whether we should continue. Clara looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and said she knew exactly what she was doing. She said we had both gone through traumatic experiences and maybe this would help ease our stresses. I agreed.Clara then. She did not want to spend time kibitzing with friends beforehand, anyway, for fear of losing her nerve.Since it was the third year in the Program for Mandy's school, procedures were well-established for handling most circumstances. In the conference room adjacent to the office, where the participants were assembled, there was some initial scurrying when one boy, the one destined to be Mandy's partner, came up missing.When a call to the missing boy's home had his alarmed mother stating that he.