8 comments/ 194283 views/ 17 favorites The Real Story By: Puppygirl I have the most wonderful and incredible girlfriend who loves me so much. Those of you who have read my stories will have noticed the themes that run through them; that of huge cocks/dildos etc with the victims forced to experience multiple orgasms against their will during protracted fucking with them. Given that these fantasies turn me on the idea of a fucking machine with a huge dildo figures strongly in my stories. Many fantasies have to remain just that but some we would love to do for real. This one is a wonderful story and its all the better for being absolutely true. Since early on in our relationship we have shared our fantasies. My partner's stories have developed over time from what were almost exclusively lesbian content to a lot of incest/daddy sex fantasies. Our fantasies are not an exact fit together. The idea of Daddy's fucking their daughters doesn't do anything for me in itself but I can go with it easily enough and merge her fantasies with those of my own. The story 'Martha's Ransom' was written with her in mind with several of her important themes incorporated. Usually for her she is the seducing daughter rather than victim of rapacious father but she can go with that idea too. So this is our actual real-life story. Throughout our relationship I have been obsessed with having her fucked by big things. Initially I bought a Doc Johnson dildo with vibrator which was large but not massive, about six inches around. We then tried using bigger things, cucumbers and bottles etc. We had one exceptional time with an aubergine which she had the most intense orgasm on. What we seemed to discover was that she can fairly easily accommodate something up to 7.5 inches in girth but anything wider than that would not fit. However, when I saw a Bam realistic dildo in our local sex shop about 18 months ago I just had to buy it in the vague hope that she might be able to 'work up to it' over time. She did put it to her pussy but felt that it would be too large for her and it went in the drawer to gather dust. Last Christmas I bought her a more suitably sized dildo, a Ty Fox realistic which is dead on 7.5 inches around, right about her limit. We have used this on many occasions although at times she has struggled to relax enough to take it. During the spring I had some leave and decided to try to construct a fucking machine to fix the dildo onto. It was actually easier than I expected. The mechanism to produce a thrusting motion is very simple. What I used was a 12volt windscreen wiper motor from a scrap yard which I bolted to a wooden bracket. I bought a length of chrome plated steel tube (which was sold as a pack to make a bathroom towel rail). This came with two chrome plated steel holders which are designed to be screwed to the wall. These are basically short lengths of thicker diameter tube with holes drilled through them, through which the towel rail passes. I screwed them to a 12 inch length of wood, passed the towel rail through them and greased it. They then act as bushes for the rail, allowing it to slide back and forth through them. Using more wood I connected the bracket on which the motor is mounted to the one on which the rail is mounted. All that remained was to fix a short length of metal bracket to the spindle of the wiper motor. The length depends on the depth of stroke required. I had used a bracket with holes drilled at approximately half inch intervals in case I needed to make it adjustable but I set it to give a maximum travel of 3.5 inches and that seems to be pretty much ideal. Any longer travel and it would fall out on the backstroke. The rotation of the motor is translated into a back and forth movement via a length of metal bracket (all available from your local DIY shop). This is bolted to the end of the bracket that's fixed to the motor spindle and at the other end to a bolt through the towel rail. I hammered a short length of metal with a thread on the end into the end of the rail so that I could screw something to the end of it that I could attach the dildo to. Finally I bought some heavy duty two way toggle switches, wire and fuses and connected it all up to a 12 volt motorcycle battery. The whole mechanism I then fitted inside a wooden box which is about 14 inches long, 12 inches high and 8 inches wide. With some experimentation I also added a 4 foot length of wood which is detachable for storage. This has the dual purpose of steadying the machine from moving about too much especially when it's used on a soft surface like the bed. It is also used as a spreader bar to hold her legs wide apart. So there it is; a fucking machine for under £30. The way the motor is switched allows the two-way toggle switch to operate it in 'off'; 'slow' and 'fast' speeds. The speeds are not adjustable but in practise its 50 rpm slow and 100 rpm fast are really all you need. I had built the machine without my girlfriend's knowledge but started telling her fantasies about them before showing it to her. She felt a bit self conscious about it but agreed to give it a go. She first inserted the well lubricated dildo and then we attached it to the end of the rod. It is important to start with the rod at maximum extension, insert the dildo as far as comfortable so that the first stroke is a retraction. This ensures the penetration is not going to be too deep, particularly important if the 'victim' is tied down! The initial trial was done at slow speed with a vibe on her clit till she came. The second time I asked if I could tie her down and video her getting fucked with it which she was happy to do. I had her blindfolded, spread eagled to the bed with our bondage straps, and having got her worked up with my tongue, inserted the Ty Fox dildo into her freshly shaven pussy and attached it to the fucking machine. I started videoing and switched the machine on, initially on 'slow' but after a couple of minutes to 'fast'. At that point she started moaning loudly with every thrust of that big rubber cock and even more so when I applied a vibe to her clit. It took about ten minutes in all before she came, moaning loudly as she did. The dildo is fixed to the rod via the vacu-lock arrangement and it came off the end of the rod with all her thrashing about! Wonderful as this has been what happened last night is the best yet. We were in bed and she wanted me to fuck her with the Ty Fox dildo and she seemed to struggle initially to take it. Having managed it I fucked her with it for a while and we were talking about what it would be like if she had the Bam dildo inside her and she offered to try it. I was all for it but knew she would not be able to take it; I just thought it would be nice to see her try and that it might help to prepare her by gradually stretching her pussy bit by bit. What actually happened shocked me completely, I still can hardly believe it; she just took it, slowly but surely she pushed it inside herself till she had about six inches of it inside her! It was incredible, not least because it is an entire inch larger in circumference and she took it as if it was barely any larger at all. She fucked herself with it for awhile but didn't come on it that time. I had been planning to use the Ty Fox dildo for what happened, merging her and my fantasies together as she got fucked with the fucking machine but when she managed to take the Bam dildo it we decided to use that one. We spent plenty of time getting her turned on, using the Ty Fox to pave the way before she inserted the Bam dildo again. I quickly strapped her to the bed and attached the dildo to the fucking machine and set it in motion, initially on 'slow' setting. I taped the small bullet vibe onto her clitty and began whispering in her ear. "So my pretty little girl, tell me, who is fucking you?" "You Daddy" she replied. "That's right baby; it's your Daddy isn't it? It's your Daddy's big hard cock fucking you!" "Oh yes, Daddy's huge cock!" she said "Daddy's have such big cocks don't they? Big, thick, hard cocks!" "Oh God yes, so big!" she moaned, squirming around as it pumped in and out of her. "Tell Daddy what it's like…" "It's massive, Oh God, so fucking huge!" she said "Is it too big for you?" "Yes" she said "it's much too big for my poor little pussy!" "Of course it's too big, if little girls want their Daddy's to fuck them they have to expect to get fucked with a Daddy sized cock, don't they?" "Yes Daddy" she said "How does it feel to have Daddy's huge thick cock pumping and pumping into you…fucking you like that?" "OHHhh God!" she moaned as I switched it to 'fast'. "You love it don't you? "Oh God yesss!" she said "You love having Daddy's big hard cock fucking you…" "Mmmm, yes, yes, I love it!" she said as she was jerked back and forth by the force of the dildo as it fucked her. "You know Daddy has to have you don't you? Daddy has to have his little girl because she is so fucking beautiful, so sexy he can't resist having you…he can't help himself… he's got to have his beautiful sexy wanton little daughter… he needs her…" "Ohhh Daddy…" she moaned "You know why Daddy has to tie you down don't you? Oh, oh, oh, no Daddy, why?" she said "Because you are a flirty little cock teaser…you have been teasing me for months, holding out on your Daddy…ragging him up…making him desperate to have you!" "Oh God Daddy…" she moaned "Now that I've got you I'm going to fuck you just as long as I want…you are not going to hold out on me now… you're going to come for your Daddy aren't you?" "Yesss, I'll come for you Daddy!" she said "You're going to show me what a wanton little slut you really are! "I will, I'll come for you Daddy! I'll come on your big cock!" she cried, jerking her hips to meet the thrusting rubber penis. "You're a wanton little Daddy's girl who loves to get fucked by my big thick cock aren't you?" "Oh yes, I love it…fuck me with your huge cock, make me come on it…make me come so hard!" she said "And Daddy has to tie you down because he has a big hard Daddy cock that can fuck for ages… he wants to enjoy fucking his little girl just as long as he can… he wouldn't want you chickening out before he's finished with you, would he?" "Ohhh God, no Daddy, you'll have to keep fucking me till you're satisfied, I can't stop you" she said "That's right; I have to have you tied down so I can keep fucking you no matter how many times you have to come!" "Oh God yessss!" she said "You are a wanton little slut, you love it don't you? You love Daddy's huge great cock fucking you so much …you're going to come on it, you can't help yourself!" "I am, oh God, you're going to make me…" she said as she got closer and closer to orgasm, her eyes glazed over, lost in the fantasy. "Daddy's going to keep on fucking you and fucking you till he's totally and completely satisfied…don't think you're getting away with just one orgasm… Daddy's going to make you come over and over again!" "Oh God, oh God, Aaaaaagghhhh!" she cried out loudly as she came… the massive dildo fucking her relentlessly, pounding in and out of her beautiful hairless pussy. "Think of it…over and over again… You know Daddy's cock can keep on fucking you just as long as he wants!" "Jesus that was intense, fucking hell, please… no more…" she said "Does Daddy care if you have to come 10 or 15 times before he's satisfied? No, of course not…you better get used to it little girl… Daddy's going to fuck you all night long!" Of course I didn't do that but I did make her have three orgasms on it before it all got too much! Thirty minutes on the fucking machine with a dildo that thick leaves her a bit tender for a couple of days but she says it's worth it for the intensity of the orgasms it gives her. There you have it; our true life story that is probably not that exciting to read about but to me is better than fiction because it's real. The Real Story Laura applied a lair of light peach gloss over her lips and took one last look in the mirror as she slipped out of the house. She had chosen a sheer black shirt, exposing a black laced bra and a short skirt with high-heeled boots. She wondered what Bryan would be wearing and imagined what he might think when he saw her later that night. Ever since he had pulled her in for a kiss on their first date, she couldn't help but wonder what else he had up his sleeve. She had been impressed by his forcefulness in the situation but unsure why he hadn't pushed further after their second date (a trip to Niagara Falls). Tonight was their last chance, since she would leave for California the next day, and Laura fantasized about what she hoped awaited them. After having dinner and drinks, Laura anticipated Bryan's arrival. Slowly friends began to gather, more drinks flowed, and Laura settled in to her happy state. Finally she saw him walking toward her. Eager to feel his touch, she stood up to great him, only briefly getting to feel him pressed against her for a hug. They sat side by side, touching shyly at first, and entertained conversations around the bar. When the lights went up, it was their first opportunity to sneak away and steal passionate kisses against the side of Bryan's car. Although interrupted by friends, feeling Bryan's lips against hers while his hands moved up and down her body, teased Laura and left her yearning for more. Gathering at the next location, a darker scene filled with music from a live band, Laura and Bryan began to dance. Feeling his body against her, his strong hands grabbing her more eagerly, Laura became even more turned on. She playfully teased him, rubbing up against him, and occasionally reaching behind her to feel him growing with excitement. The two seemed to block out the rest of the room, with each of their lips, tongues, and bodies acting as magnets to the others'. They danced until the lights went up and everyone piled into Bryan's car. All Laura could think about was how badly she wanted him, but she had to keep it together while everyone was present. They ended up at a late night restaurant and sat down at the table. Laura stared blankly at the menu. She was hungry, but definitely not for the food. As visions of the evening flashed in her mind, she excused herself from the table, grabbed Bryan's hand, and led him back outside. The pair giggled about what they had just done and made their way back to Bryan's parked car. Sitting in the front seat, Bryan grabbed Laura and vigorously kissed her. Laura remembered their first kiss and felt herself getting hot between her legs. She kissed Bryan back, leaning over to slowly slide her tongue along his neck, making her way up to lick his ear. She let out a quiet moan and Bryan moaned in return. Things heated up quickly as they kissed, exchanging sighs of longing. Bryan grabbed Laura's breasts, causing her to moan with pleasure and he passionately kissed her shoulders as he lifted her shirt and took off her bra, exposing her hard nipples. Taking them in his mouth, Bryan licked around them while squeezing her with his hands. Laura could tell how wet she was getting and longed to know if Bryan was as turned on as she. She reached over and was excited to feel how hard he was. This turned her on even more. As they wrestled with each other, each wanting to turn the other on even more, Bryan powerfully manoeuvred Laura until she was dripping with desire. He slid his hand in between her legs and let out a long loud breath when he felt her warmth on his fingers. Unable to hold back any longer, Bryan aggressively tugged Laura's nylons until they ripped open, exposing her tiny thong. He quickly slid it off and dragged his hand back up her legs. He rubbed her clit, causing her to moan louder now, while she unzipped his pants. Laura wanted to pleasure Bryan and began gently stroking him, eventually guiding him out of his pants. She leaned over, slowly kissing down his neck, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue down his stomach to the base of his shaft. Hearing Bryan moan encouraged Laura and she continued to lick him, twirling her tongue around his tip, teasing him with her lips. Bryan continued to play with Laura while she took him in her mouth, moving her head up and down on him. Bryan's breath began to get faster and Laura knew he was just as turned on as she was. She pulled back and gave Bryan a sultry smile as she leaned over and kissed his mouth. As she circled his tongue with hers, Laura climbed over and slowly lowered herself on top of Bryan. With her boots still on, Laura straddled Bryan, feeling him throbbing inside of her. Bryan placed his hands on Laura's hips and guided her more quickly up and down. Laura could feel her juices dripping down Bryan's shaft and felt him grow even harder. Bryan grabbed the back of Laura's neck, pulling her toward him for a strong kiss, as he thrust himself inside her even further. They both gasped with pleasure and continued to powerfully move together. Bryan enthusiastically bit Laura's neck and worked his way down to her chest, sucking on her breasts as he bounced her up and down on himself. Laura was soaking wet with Bryan inside of her and longed to feel him pulsate as he came. She instructed him to go harder and faster, and he complied. Feeling him go deeper, Laura could tell Bryan was about to cum. He pulled her into him, letting out a long moan as he exploded inside her. Laura kissed and sucked on his neck as his body shook with pleasure. The pair caught their breath and looked at each other, realizing what had just occurred. "Not bad for a first time" Bryan remarked. "True, now let's eat!" responded Laura. THE BEGINNING. The Real Story Behind Flight Dreams I must begin this story with some background. I wrote "Flight Dreams" as a fantasy, a dream. I have had an online Master for a year. Now, a lot of “hardcore” BDSMers will look at my stories and possibly think less of them, since I have had an online Master. But within this story, I will show you how true and intense D/s can be, regardless, and that if you’re careful, the Internet can be a splendid way to meet the Master of your dreams. It was already 5 days into my visit. I had done it at last, bought the tickets, boarded the plane, and said goodbye to the world I knew, all to come and see him. The one person I could ever call Master. The one who stayed with me through good and bad times, through pain and betrayal, victory and pure, unabashed lust. I stepped onto a plane going from the US to the UK to be with someone I only knew from online and phone calls… and I was thrilled. I had seen him before, little pictures and occasional glimpses on a web cam… I melted at the sound of his voice. He had pushed my buttons, slowly played with my limits, kept me on my toes. When I had met him, I had just escaped a terrible relationship, one that had abused me. An online Dom with “master” in his name, I figured he, too, was a wannabe and told him to fuck off. But he stayed, kept chatting with me, and I began to trust him more. I refused to be a slave, feeling I would only ever do BDSM on the weekends. I knew I was a kinky sex person, but I never imagined I would go further than perhaps semi-consistent submission. I hotly rejected the idea of being a slave. “Not me,” I had decided. “Never.” I knew he wanted a slave. He had suggested I consider and look into being a slave before I limited myself… and then he dropped it. Of course, when he dropped it, I grew more curious about what it was about being a slave that was so appealing. I researched it, spent many nights writing and thinking, turning the idea over in my head. I went to workshops about real time slavery and how it worked. We tried having an online Master/slave relationship, and I wasn’t ready; I had betrayed him, lied about it, and broken his trust. The day he uncollared me was one of the most miserable days of my life. It was then that I realized I really DID want to be a slave, someone’s pet. I worked to regain his trust, to rebuild the relationship I had messed up. Finally we looked at my being recollared to him again… but the reality, I kept telling myself, was different from the fantasy, and I chose to wait on a final decision until we had met. I didn’t want to fuck up again. There I had sat, wearing the collar we had chosen together, sitting on a 7 hour flight. I was squirming because I had been ordered not to masturbate for the week before this trip; this was going to decide if this is what I wanted, if I could truly be his submissive. I realized on the trip over that I wanted nothing more than to be his slave, to serve him, to be his property and possession. I knew in my heart that I would be secure and happy that way. So much for my vows! I knew all along it was a 50/50 chance. It could be everything I ever wanted, or completely terrible. I was afraid it wouldn’t live up to my fantasies, that all my dreams would be disappointed. I was even more worried that it would be everything I wanted it to be, and then what? I was from the US, he lived in the UK… what would we do if we were perfect for each other? And so far, in the 5 days we had spent together, we were. We got along just as well in life as we did online and over the phone, matched well both sexually and personality-wise… We had been fucking fairly often (making up for lost time, we joked) and had gotten together with one of his female friends for an interesting threesome… but that’s another story for another time. Still, we had not scened, per se. Not yet. Not until this night. We had had sex, certainly, and I had begged for permission to cum, something we had been doing over the phone for six months or more (even when masturbating alone, I needed to call up his voice ordering me to do so) but there had only been light bondage, playful spankings… we hadn’t had a true scene. Then, this night, he told me to put on my schoolgirl outfit… I had 2 minutes to put it on, or not only would there be no scene, there’d be no sex, either. I’ve never gotten dressed so quickly! It was a mess, not at all how I wanted it to be… parts of my schoolgirl outfit, like my white bra and cotton panties, were in the wash, so I had to go without them. I came to him in my blue/green plaid skirt, button-up white shirt, hair in ponytails, glasses slightly askew, navy blue sweater vest declaring me as one of the “Holy Innocents” pulled over it all. I sat on the edge of the bed. And I waited. There is truly nothing as exciting or as terrifying as that first time. The knowledge that everything you dreamed about, all you've wished for is about to come true. You doubt you could be the slave you want to be, question your abilities... will you be the same beloved slut in the reality as you were online? Will it be everything you dreamed about? Can the reality ever measure up to the fantasy? All these questions flew in my head as I sat on the bed, waiting for the first order. He looked into the corner at the chair that was pushed there, and with a small smile, he pulled it into the center of the empty space beside the bed. He indicated for me to sit on it backwards, and with a small blush I did so, my legs straddling the seat, my hands next to the back of the chair. Black bondage tape was wrapped around my wrists, and handcuffs attached me to the chair. I wouldn’t have dreamt of struggling… I just closed my eyes as he wrapped more tape around my ankles, each foot tied to a leg. I waited, my skirt up around my waist, the edge of my already wet pussy at the edge of the chair cushion, hands tied, ankles tied, eyes closed… Then I heard the vibe turned on… gently pushed against my cunt, and I gasped out. Something delicious about being tied up, unable to get away from whatever it is they choose to do to you… being at the mercy of someone else. As I got used to the vibe buzzing insistently between my legs, he swatted my ass. My eyes flew open at the sensation… and whack! He spanked the other cheek, not too hard for me to manage, but hard enough to get my undivided attention. A few more smacks on my now reddening ass, my pussy unconsciously pushing into the vibe, my breath quickening… and he pulled my vest and shirt up over my breasts. Roughly he pulled my breasts out of my velvet bra, his slender fingers pinching each nipple until I could barely breathe. I was loving every minute of this… He pulled my adjustable nipple clamps out of my bag, played with them as I struggled to regain my breath. Quickly each one was attached to my nipples. They weren’t too tight, just tight enough for me to know they were there, and to feel them on if my breasts moved. Sitting there, half clothed, vibe pushed against my clit and clamps dangling from my nipples, I felt humiliated and amazingly excited. I had never been so turned on in my life… Suddenly he pulled on the chain connecting them, and I gasped at the sudden pain/pleasure that flew through me. “Like that, do you, Katy?..” he crooned softly, his breath caressing my ear seductively. I nodded, unable, perhaps unwilling to speak… speaking would break the spell, and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I swallowed, my mouth opened slightly, nothing came out but another moan as he tugged the chain again. "Tell me, Katy... tell me what you're thinking right now," he teased. "I'm... thinking... how good that feels, Master" I replied, barely able to find the words through the sensations. The vibe was still pressed against my clit, and I shifted a little to enjoy it more directly. It was then he pulled out the flogger. Soft, sensual suede, it felt like silk against the skin. He dangled it in front of me and smiled. "What's your safeword, Katy?.." "Red" I moaned, praying I would be feeling the flogger against my ass, hoping more than anything to have a pink, sore ass by the time this was over. I was not disappointed. The first brush with the flogger was soft, careful, slow... he began to build up, harder and harder as I wriggled with delight and moaned my approval. I had never been flogged- REALLY flogged- and this was a new and eagerly desired sensation for me. Each round left me breathless. "How are you feeling, Katy?" The question whirled around in my head. Feel? Feel? It wasn't computing, all there was was pleasure, pleasure and pain spiraling within me... "Katy? How are you feeling?" The question, repeated, was still left unanswered as I enjoyed the sensations glowing within me... then... *whack!* Right on my pussy. THAT got my attention like nothing else can. "Eeep! I'm feeling... feeling... wonderful, Master," I said, eyes half closed, blissful smile on my face. "Has anyone ever flogged you before?" he asked, as I drifted in and out of the waves of pleasure. "Only Tara, but she didn't know what she was doing" I said, and the flogging stopped. Confused, I opened my eyes. "Forgot something, didn't you?" He smiled. "I would hate to have to punish you, Katy, and have you go to bed without any sex..." If my hands had been free, I would've clapped them over my mouth. "Only Tara, Master!" I corrected myself. I looked sheepishly at him, head down, eyes raised. "I'm sorry, Master..." He tsked. "Better take care not to forget, or you'll be unable to use your toys until I come to see you!" I nodded. "Yes, Master..." With that, he slowly took the nipple clamps off. I winced as each one was released, biting my lip to keep from commenting. Carefully, gently, he rubbed my pink, sore nipples until they no longer throbbed. Then the vibe was shut off, and my hands and feet were untied. He rubbed each spot on my body, and with a wicked smile, beckoned to the bed. "Undress in 20 seconds, Katy, and you'll be rewarded..." All I can say is undressing should be an Olympic sport. I was undressed in 10. I crawled onto the bed naked, nuzzling him affectionately as he took off his teeshirt, unzipped his pants, removed them, then his boxers. I rubbed my cheek on his chest, looking up to him, awaiting his signal. He nodded. I wrapped my lips around his cock. Gently sucking on just the tip, I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, letting the ball on my tongue ring trace languid spirals over his stiffening cock. I teased the underside of his shaft, and, overcoming my nervousness, I let his cock into my mouth all the way. I feel so full, with my mouth stuffed by his cock... I, who have never really enjoyed giving oral sex, now never want to stop. I raise and lower my head, licking his cock eagerly until his fingers run through my hair and lift my head. "On your hands and knees, Katy-" and I comply, my head resting on my hands, ass in the air. The anticipation as he rolls on the condom is almost more than I can stand... and then... in he plunges, his cock inside me, and he begins to fuck me hard, fast, almost roughly. I love every minute of it. I've dreamt of this moment for so long, and it is everything I imagined and more as he fucks me hard and mercilessly, my hips pressing into him, my back arched in my ecstasy. His hand goes to my hair again and he pulls my head up. I look back at him and smile, thanking him silently as his cock rams into my wet cunt again and again. I moan... the buildup to orgasm swells within me... but... still... there is something missing... He withdraws his cock from my pussy. I feel empty from the loss. And then he slowly, gently, lovingly slides his cock between my ass checks, into my ass. He begins fucking me slowly, then building up speed and power, until he is fucking me as mercilessly up the ass as he was my cunt. I am blissful, I am overwhelmed with pleasure, and I turn my head to him, tears about to fall from my eyes. "Please, PLEASE, Master, please may I cum...?" "Beg, Katy.... you can do better than that..." I am near tears, it feels so good. "Please oh please, Sir, PLEASE Master, please let me cum pleasepleaseplease!" The words I've longed for so long to hear... "Yes, Katy, my slave, my little slut... you may cum..." And together we orgasm, our moans as entwined as our bodies as he fucks me harder, cumming an explosion of near screams and overpowering desire as he drives his cock in hard and deep, our bodies shuddering, sweating, glowing... I sigh happily, he withdraws his cock and lies next to me. Dreamily, I smile at him, wriggling into his arms and snuggling up next to him, my head pressed against his chest, our breath slowing and becoming steady. "So... how was that, Katy?" he asks, as he always does after every phone call and cyber session. I grin, my mind drifting and scattered, and answer the way I always do... "Good... thank you, Master..." He smiles, pleased. "You're welcome, my sweet slave..." And with that, we fall asleep, our hearts beating as one.