I call Him Master not because He ‘owns’ me, but because we agree it’s better if I don’t address Him casually. I capitalize pronouns referring ...o Him because it pleases me, not because He expects it. We aren’t into toys, costumes, or acrobatic sexual stunts. All the important stuff happens inside us, and that’s what we concentrate on. We have enough ritual to keep our understanding always in plain view. Every morning, I kneel and ask Him to be my Master for another day. He reaffirms His love and. "Katie sighed loudly and shoved it back towards him, "When you find out what's wrong can you please let me know right away." Of course! That's our store policy ma'am!" as he pulled out a few papers that needed her signature. "These are just standard authorizations that give us permission to go through the laptop and see what's wrong."The sexy woman grabbed a pen and glanced through the papers and quickly signed her name, "If there is any chance to look at it today please call me."The younger. For a vacation?" Uh huh. I'm like your pimp, hah hah."I started tearing up."This is fucking humiliating! We are through, Stacy!" We don't have to be. Ken's done with you, now you can be changed backonce you aren't wearing my clothes. Don't want you to rip them, youknow. And then you and I can pick up where we left off."I stood there, angry, arms folded. I looked at Stacy in the eye, andthen at Muscles."Hey, unless you want to go another round with me. You're still awkwardenough that I would dig. You still have all of your senses about you, meaning you'll hear everything I tell you and feel everything I intend to do with you"With that said, he picked me up off of the couch with little effort and carried me into a bedroom. He quickly stripped off all of my clothes and again felt around my body, squeezing my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and feeling around the outside of my hole. I tried with everything I could to move away, but there was nothing I could do as this random man explored my.