The depth of sharing and bonding as we became Dominant and submissive, then Master and slave, only intensified the amazing attraction and pull we felt...toward one another. I can hardly describe the need that came over me. From the beginning, our relationship was supposed to stay casual. But that wasn’t to be, we morphed from friends, to fuck buddies, to Master and slave with a speed and fluidity that would have made most in The Lifestyle laugh. And it was supposed to stop there, and go no. I think that's become a part of your identity,it's something you're using to define yourself. To defend yourselfagainst the complexity of the truth. You are the little-girl-who-was-abandoned. And I'm the nearest closest safest target of the anger youfeel about that. The only reason you wanted me around was so you couldkeep on rejecting me. That was my only role in your life and I have totell you it wasn't enough for me to live for. I'm sorry. You'rebiological parents, they gave you up, for. Wanna warm her up?” Garret nodded and Dale left the room. Hayly looked scared and helpless, and Garret was loving it. A bulge was growing ever so slowly in his pants, but it finally reached its maximum limit. “You look so hot and innocent… I can’t wait to torture and fuck you.” Hayly’s eyes grew wide. She panicked and hopped off the bed without thinking and bolted for the basement door. She tried to turn the knob, but nothing. It wouldn’t budge. “What the fuck?! Come one! This isn’t happening!”. My curiosity and lust won out. I wanted to know; I had to know. Apparently Myr did as well because the first thing she said after Vis spoke was, "Do you really mean that?" I do," Vis said. "Your mistress, Cyl, and I had a few occasions between us many years ago. Do you remember, Cyl?" Well I do, Vis. Take them, if they'll go." I am going!" Myr replied."Then I am too!" I insisted.Vis smiled and nodded. As she stood up, I had a strong awareness of several things. That she had drunk as much as.