.. sometimes it is also taking the torment the top wishes toinflict upon you just because he/she wishes to torture you intimately. It somehowmakes it ...asier to think of it as just service. An expert service that I hadbeen trained to provide on command, oh so long ago. Not my job to questionit, just my job to accept it as a slave. I had been dreading first service to the Master,even though I knew in my rational mind that he was a decent person with hishard, yet gentle hands, and wounded eyes.. What will you have?''Er, yes, that's OK, um sausages er yes.''Well don't be to positive will you!''Sorry, Nicola, its all very strange this, isn't it.''Yes, but it's a laugh, you have to say that.''If you say so.'Just then we reached the serving area. In next to no time we had found atable in the corner and were tucking into the sausages and chips.I was pleased about the quality of the food. It tasted good and therewas plenty of it.As I ate, I kept looking around furtively, making sure that no. Good night to you all!”Running towards us was Phyllis, the birthday girl’s Mom, asking, “Can you please go on for another hour?”“Our contract was for two hours, Ms. Jefferson. We could go on at $300 per hour, but we need to be paid for our contract first?”“So, this is all about money, young man?” she was quick to remark with her hands on her hips.“No, Ma’am! This is business and I have nine people to pay. Your husband works for a paycheck, so you can hire people to play music for your. With Melanie, I’m always guessing, nothing’s tame or ever the same—and, maybe that’s her power, maybe that’s the real power of all women—that eternal allure? "Okay, I get it. I gotta go, right?!" I said as I backed off her and stood for two seconds looking at the lovely curves of her backside—jeeze, how does she do it, keep me coming back for more and more, and I’m never, ever satiated? "Yeah, but hurry back!" She said with a glassy-eyed smile.I leaned over and pecked her on the cheek and ran.