I raised my ass high in the air.Master stood behind me listening, watching, and waiting. I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me ...or 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. If I did wake you, you'd either want to come or sit here awake and worrying. There's nothing you can do, my love." She kissed him again and walked over to her dresser.She opened the bottom drawer and fumbled for the backpack that had been the mainstay of her life for a dozen years. B. P. Before Peter, before pregnancy. There was no point in showering, brushing her hair or teeth, none of that was going to matter shortly. She tossed her nightgown on the bed, settled the backpack on her shoulders. I tried to reassure her that this was not the case."Katy, we can both have different interests in certain areas of our lives and I want you to know that you can do so without endangering how we feel about each other," I said, "All I am saying here is that it is important that we discuss it with each other."She nodded her head uncertainly but I could see that she was thinking about what I had said,When we got back to our rooms she immediately brought up the subject of our swimming. ’ She smiled and nodded. ‘I think I will, thanks Kev!’ ‘Great!’ He gave her another nod, then turned around and went back down the stairs. A moment later, she heard the front door slam shut. Jenny looked back at the empty screen in front of her and got up. Something about this whole sex thing really confused her. Maybe it was just that she was beginning to like the idea of giving a blowjob, or of someone fucking her like that, but nevertheless it confused her. She sighed and decided that she.