Could I be... your slave for real? "What do you mean?" "Well, you remember when we met in Singapore I asked you to use me as your slave?" "Yes, I reme...ber very well. It was wonderful." "Yes it was. And I would like to do it again. This time I want to be your slave forever. I would like to serve you and be used by you however you want. I want to be your slave, your slut. I want to belong to you and be owned by you. I am for you, Master." "I am for you." Those were the first words she spoke to me. This is, I ventured to believe as fact, what other fellow cock suckers would want to see. That done I then went about the business of composing an advert for Craigslist and when I was satisfied I had everything I needed I posted it in the Men Looking For Men section. I could hardly believe what I was doing. M4M for goodness sake. The headline in the title of my ad’ went:WOULD YOU SUCK THIS…?Then underneath a couple of my photos it read:Yes I would too if I could. However as it’s my own cock in. I could of swore I saw her in my dream before. Before I could move, she already noticed my hand gently stroking my clit. She smiled, and licked her lips. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me too the small single bathroom, and locked the door. Her smooth voice escaped her lips. "Oh my, you're definitely a wet one, aren't you?" She said with a hint of tease in her voice. I stammered, "I-I-I...uhm..." I've never been aroused by somebody so intensely, and quickly. She ran her hand up my thigh,. I got back to my sense and said “nothing” then she left for her home and told me to come after I finish my work.After this incident she used to sit on my lap whenever possible. During that time I started to give some light strokes to her from behind to her ass crack.One early morning, when I came out from my room in my trousers, I saw my sister already in my home I sat on a sofa and asked for a milk from my mother but, she brought the milk from the kitchen and she was standing in front of me. I.