We are the only ones who know we are playing the games. The rest of world, the people around us are oblivious to the hidden meanings, the looks, the g...stures the illusions.False bravado, saying things that have double meanings, just enough for a stranger or a friend to look askance and wonder. We love making people wonder. 'Are they for real?' 'Did I just hear that?'It started when we discovered BDSM and formed a Master/slave relationship. She was instructed to call me Master or Sir, unless. After dinner I sat in my room looking at the mysterious cottage. It waslights on now. Thinking of myself as a stealthy assassin, I decided tocheck it out. I slipped out and crossed the driveway as quietly as Icould. I waited along the wall of the cottage and listened after noises.Nothing. It was very dark, and I peeked into a window. A man was readinga book next to the fireplace. He looked normal. A woman came into theroom with a tray. She also looked normal. I was a little disappointed. Ithad. "She was taking a breath to continue her tirade when my open palm struck the side of her face. It was a gentle slap, by my standards, but the calluses on my hand must have felt like stone on her cheek as her head snapped around and the ponytail wrapped itself briefly around her face."That was for the filth coming out of your mouth. Get off my property. You're trespassing!" I stood so close that she had to back up a step to see my still impassive face glaring down at her.Her eyes were as big as. “he vuss not man like you, he never had me off, just played around and left me to finish myself”“well you should have called me sooner” She turned and laid on her back, she was in no hurry to dress and go home, the fresh evening breeze was cooling her naked body. I had only gotten my shirt back on and was looking for my undies when she asked me to go again. She walked over to the desk and sat on the edge and spread those long pretty legs. She leaned back and began masturbating as I took my.