Isn't that a little weird?" I asked, trying to be polite. Suddenly, he flung his hand forward and grabbed tightly around my neck. As I gasped for brea...h, he lifted me up so that my feet were dangling off the floor. I couldn't help but marvel at his incredible strength. As my vision began to get dark and fuzzy, he finally let me go. My body slammed back down against the floor with a loud thud."I thought I told you pieces of shit to call us 'Masters'." While rubbing at my sore neck, I looked up. When we went to Darling Downs and the Sa'arm could use their tunneling ability, they were able to continually burrow right up to our positions. It meant that we'd suddenly have Sa'arm warriors so close that when Erica spun the turret the gun of our tank actually struck them. It was not a fun position to be in. Most of our ability to beat them depended on avoiding getting close to them, and tanks to Colonel Yarnway we were fighting with them right on top of us. There were days I wondered if I'd. No one would ever know."The new jeans she handed me were tighter, but buttoned easier, though Istill had to pull them farther up my stomach than usual. They weredressier, too, with a palm-sized star, outlined in some kind of glitter,on the butt."Nice," she murmured, running her hand, just once, up taut denim on theoutside of my thigh, to my hip and waist. "Fits nice."She unbuttoned my shirt, eased it off. Before I could move, she startedpulling a soft, pale yellow sweater over me. I closed my. I cummed, went and cleaned myself and shared what I felt with her.My girlfriend kept listening and nodding occasionally.Finally, she said: “I always knew you were submissive. Now I want to know the extent of it.”I didn’t understand a word of it but nodded in agreement.She: I love you and will keep loving you. But I know me. I cannot be satisfied with ordinary gestures, flowers, and gifts. I need submission. Only then can I love you back.She: Would you be my slave?Me: Yes, if you will love.