He said that when he finally gave me a name, it would mean that he accepted me as his slave. Six months later he named me pumpkin butt and we changed ...y safe word from “red” to “Halloween”. We also agreed on the escape word of “Jack-o’-lantern”.That was six years ago. I sometimes don’t understand what Master gets out of our arrangement– other than really good sex whenever he wants it. He must get pleasure ordering me around or keeping me naked or just “owning” me. I think he loves me... but not. She calculated she had another year or two to go, then the following year or two was going to be pure hell, again. If she could, she would spend most of it in a basement, or somewhere underground.There was no wind, so she spread her fragile wings toward the sun, seeking what little warmth she could get. It was pretty stingy with its heat when it was this close to the horizon.Her reverie ended abruptly with the slamming of the screen door below her perch. She folded her wings down and became. .. her "costume" ... was essentially a black leather bikini, a bunch of red and black body paint and some head-dress with two tails on it (called "lekku"), plus some custom-made red glowing lightsaber she had paid a fortune for at some site on the internet.McKayla may have been old enough to have baby grandchildren at the convention, but her body made her one of the most rockin' Darth Talons in the place. And she was mine, much to the chagrin of all the fanboys there. In private, I called her. Daddy is telling me how much he loves, and has missed , ME." Sam had opened her eyes, and had seen Mike standing just inside the door. She raised, in one quick motion, from her knees to standing, and jumping from the bed into Mike's arms. She was kissing and holding him so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe. He had all but forgotten how good his Mother-in-Law felt in his arms. She was, perhaps, a few pounds heavier than Misti, but was as soft and cuddly as any woman he had ever met. She.