I was out of it last night."Morning, Armand. Did you have a quiet night?" I asked while slowly rolling over to sit up."Yes, Milord." Thank you. I appr...ciate it." Sitting was not as bad as I expected. I glanced down at the stitches and saw that they were healing well. Better than well, actually. I would say phenomenal, if I hadn't seen what magical healing could accomplish. A single night's rest was equivalent to a week's worth of normal healing, maybe more.Someone brought me fresh water last. Suddenly she went rigid and stopped licking my pussy as she came loudly, her legs squeezing my chest as she did so. I then felt her holding my pussy lips open and guessed she was giving Ian some real hard-core pictures. I felt so dirty yet so horny. Never had I felt so sexed up in all my life, I was yet to even get a good hard cock inside me. Emma then stood up and walked briskly towards another room leaving me there exposed and frustrated as I was desperate for an orgasm. Ian was changing. So this had been going on for about a year now then I got a message from work saying I had to go Manchester for the weekend for a conference. The conference was on a friday so decided to spend the weekend up there.Knowing my little cam friend lived near Manchester I let her know. So we arranged to meet up on the sat, Her telling her parents she was shopping.The sat finally came and im sttod there nervous as hell when she walks round the corner. My jaw hit the ground she looked stunning even. I am more than happy to do so, especially as you are making a slight distinction between our submission and Lucy's; though that is your decision. Submissives are always at their master's pleasure. So you can do what you want with them at any time." I realize that but I also want my women to be themselves, and that includes Lucy. I don't want automatons who will only act on my commands and in ways that they think will please me. I want them free to be themselves unless I deem the situation to be.