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TO SERVE MY MASTER
(Kim Hardwick)

"Sweetheart, I don't understand why you're angry.  I mean, it was your idea!"

Mom was right.  My insecurities, as usual, rising up to fuck me up the ass.  Seems that most of my negative relationship issues have dealt with my insecurities.  This feeling of not being good enough and lashing out at whoever happens to be nearby has really proven to be destructive in my life.  I just have to be a big girl about it, and deal with it.  There's no way that I am going to go back on my mom and throw her under the bus.

"Oh mom, don't worry about it.  I'm just being stupid; I'm just surprised at Master's reaction.  I just imagined that being more experienced than you, Master would find you wanting. Even with me, during my first session, my mentor had to step in and get him off.  I just lost it when he said I should take lessons from you on how to fuck a man."  I smiled and Mom laughed.

"Sweetheart, I would never do anything to jeopardize your position.  I guess for whatever reason, the Master just took a liking to me.  And trust me, being a woman, I could tell by how he was fucking me and playing with my nipples, he had the hots for me.  Probably a MILF lover. Ha!"

"Oh yeah, I totally agree with you," I reached over to get some packets of sugar for my coffee.  We were having the breakfast I promised her at my favorite Greek diner in White Plains, "you can't fake that.  I saw it instantly.  Wouldn't it be crazy though, if he was faking it?  That would be the ultimate mind fuck."

Mom sipped her coffee and thought about it for a minute.  "That would be seriously fucked up.  But you know, even thinking about that is a real turn on.  Just talking about it makes me want to fuck Master again!"  

I laughed and nodded in agreement, and went back to my breakfast.  

"Sweetheart, let me tell you, and don't freak out on me, but eating you out was so hot!  I almost peed myself when he told you to lie down and let me go down on you.  I could tell by your face, you felt the same.  How fucked up are these guys?" 

I agreed with her that, ignoring the mansion, the luxurious façade, these mysterious men who use us for sex, these so called Alpha males are, deep down, sick little puppies.

"Mom, I told you, this club and the men who belong to it and run it, well, let's just say it's not amateur hour.  I sometimes think they are either psychologists, or CIA guys.  When he had you eating me out, I was positive he knew what our relationship was, and wanted to break us both down.  It worked, at least on my end it did, I can tell you that."  

Mom didn't say anything for a few minutes.  Putting down her cup of coffee, she looked at me and asked, "When do I go again?"