The hospital itself is very well run, and the staff...” she said.“The staff?” I said.“Yes, I’ve already met a friend. She’s from out of st...te, Nebraska, and we hit it off right away. Had lunch together every day this week. Oh, and her name is Cherry Willis. You’ll be meeting her soon,” she said.“Well good, invite her for dinner or something,” I said.“Okay, I will,” she said. My suggestion seems to have really pleased her. That reality pleased me.I had a really neat idea. I honestly figured it. I think the submissive is at the feet of his master to be happy in his submission, not a miserable being.Obviously, everything has to follow a process, previous and exhaustive knowledge of both parties, a logical evolution of the relationship, and an apprenticeship on my part (and perhaps on the part of my future master), until we get closer to the ideal of the relationship 24/7. But that must be the goal. At least I don't understand it any other way.How is my ideal master?I do not think that. When she wondered whether or not anyone had noticed the growing darkened spot on her skirt, she smiled wolfishly.The exhibition streak was new with her, inspired by Megan (a self-proclaimed "Sex Mentor"). The girls had grown up together, so when Megan discovered Lizzie's naivete, she made it her personal mission to draw Lizzie into the world of sexuality. She had started small with more revealing clothes and escalated it to the point of kissing Lizzie's tender hips while on the morning train to. ” It made me feel good to know I could please them so well. “You know, you don’t have to call us your Masters,” Lizzy said but I could tell they loved it when I did and if I was being honest with myself; I loved calling them that too. “Thank you, Master,” I said and winked at Lizzy. “Since that pill is still working, would you like to take my last cherry,” I asked her. Her eyes got big and her smile was huge. She simply nodded and I got on my hands and knees. I looked at Jasmine and told her I.