The Master covered her with a blanket to keep her warm as he left theroom.Due to sheer exhaustion, Leslie woke up the next day shortly before thepill ...as about to wear off.She felt her body again trying to remember the experience of the nightbefore. Moments later, she began to change back into her original selfand began to cry like the woman she left behind.He was back. Ick! The near revulsion of his former self wasn'tsomething normal in any sense. He(she) put on a robe left for him on. It was a sad, quiet little giggle, but I was glad to hear even that. She surprised me then by slipping her arms around my neck and giving me a nice, friendly kiss."I love you, Patrick," she whispered in my ear, and then pushed me off the bed and out the door, laughing all the while. It was a nice way to end our conversation, but I couldn't help but think that the 'I love you' sounded like 'goodbye'.As I walked down the hall, I almost literally ran into Amy. I must have looked a mess, because. Damn! She startled me and almost caused me to drop my paint. I barely caught it in time, but smeared wet paint all over my hands in the process."Sure, that would be nice Lisa" Now to just hide my hard-on with my paint bucket, while I walk down the ladder. I followed her, staring at her ass and long legs as she walked. The miniskirt she was wearing left little to the imagination. Her husband truly must be a fool."Have a seat and rest Tim, I'll go get it for you." She returned with the tea and. I am no longer Billie you son but your MASTER and I own you."The whippings were coming so fast and furious that I was screaming for him to please stop. At first I remember calling him Billie, then MASTER and finally I just babbled and cried because the pain was so great. I don't know how long he kept whipping me but I must have blacked out because I woke up laying on the concrete floor.Although I continue to be punished by being whipped I have never forgotten to call both of my MASTERS by their.