”“No, we’re not.”“I could feel you getting hard, you know.”“Sorry about that.”“Don’t be sorry. You want me. I like that. Now come ...o the bedroom with me and get naked.”He shook his head. “Nope.”“You want to get naked right here?” she asked, grabbing the lower hem of her shirt.He grabbed her wrists before she could lift the shirt off.“No!” he said. “I can’t do this. It’s too awkward.”“Is it the mother-daughter thing? If it is, you don’t have to worry about it. It won’t be the first time.”“It. In defeat, I tip the glass and gulp the red liquid, some of which dribbles down my chin and drops to my chest and stomach. Seeing the blood red wine fall, one of the beautiful black slave girls comes out and licks the exotic and strange tasting liquid of my tits, stomach and lastly my chin. She then finishes with a slow lingering kiss on my lips, after which she and the Commander lead me to a small table, that stands waist high, and lay me down. They are touching and caressing me and my head is. I do think though, that any healthy relationship, bdsm or otherwise, requires affection and consideration with the ultimate goal of perfecting ourselves while under my leadership.’‘ Many more extreme slave read this and think that I cannot handle them. There is not a slave alive I cannot handle or take to the heights he needs to go to be who I want him to be. I have no hard limits. I enjoy medium to heavy S&M (flogging, paddling, pinching, biting, hair pulling, slapping, belts, whips, violet. ”“Okayyy…” He sounded worried.“Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.”“Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar until the sound grew quieter and I knew he was outside.And then I told him. I told him how two months ago I’d met a girl named Tori in my hot yoga class. He’d heard about her, but he’d never heard the whole story.There was a problem with the.