His soul-mate Molly had passed the previous winter from some unexplained virus that no doctor was able to pin down with a nice-sounding title.His body...was ample evidence of the numerous close shaves he had gotten into with the knife scars and the bullet holes and even the flattened part of his skull where he was crowned with a hundred year old brick launched by a defective blasting cap purchased from an unreliable source.The limp was not the result of a revenge inspired "capping" exploit that. Master stood behind me listening, watching, and waiting. I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I. That day my parents had to go to asansol because of death of a relative and would be returning after 3 days. I thought that this was my chance. At night it was only me and her in the whole house.I went to the metre box and switched of the power supply. She came to my room and enquired what happened. I said it is a power cut. She asked that can she sleep in my room. I was overwhelmed with joy. I said her to be my guest and she came with her pillow. It was very hot so I told her to change because. The guy rolls it into a tube and draws it under her chin. She can feel the coarseness in the fibres when he presses hard.“What does this remind you of sweetie?” he asks the silent young lady.She replies spontaneously, “A tube, a phallic tube.”“Yes, that’s a pleasing thought,” he says, and asks, “shall we play a game?”“Any game at all, I will play for you,” the girl replies.“I think a little word association might be both stimulating and challenging, I will give you a word and you have to tell.