"Owner. I thank you for your wise training and for the honor to serve and pleasure you. I pray to improve forever."He leaves her there and she goes in...o obeisance position. Face to ground, tongue touching the floor and ass in the air to await further commands from the Owner or one of his wives or employees, or higher slaves who are dressed.The Owner is never to be referred to as "my" owner as it is the slave who is owned-completely. It is not a slave and master relationship. There is NO. Hopefully I can get in on Monday." I smiled and she thought she was getting away with it before I said "You know last night I seen you licking this off your fingers so don't bullshit me honey, you've been fucking someone and I think it's your boss. Plus I can see you didn't use any protection so what are you going to see the doctor about? To see if your pregnant? She sat there with her mouth hanging out then said "I'm so sorry but I did have sex with Derek. See when he walked out his trunks. A big one. But now that we’ve both had time to cool down, I’ve gone to find her. To apologise and try and persuade her to come home.I can feel the rain seeping through my hoodie and running down the back of my neck as I walk down the pier, peering into the gloom.I can’t help but grin to myself. It’s moments like these where I feel most alive. The elements make it impossible to make out anything more than twenty feet away, but all my other senses feel heightened. I can feel every raindrop on my. But to be fair, I can see how you lose most of your arm-wrestling contests at the bar now.” She hit my thigh, prompting me to add “I’ll practice wrestling with you later if you want to learn that too.”. She looked back at me, and blushed while telling me: “I mean I think that would be fun. But be nice and don’t just take advantage of me being weak, okay?”. I nodded, got up and put down the bass onto her chair.She then went and put her glasses on her desk, which were of course according to.