When Elizabeth checked her lips one last time and closed her small compact mirror with a click, it was my cue to take over. I would sit on the edge of the bed and pat my thighs. Elizabeth would stand, cross the room, sit on my lap and cast her eyes downward. Then the games would begin in earnest.
“Good evening, submissive.”
“Good evening, My Lord.”
“You may look me in the eyes if you wish, my beauty.”
“I am shy and nervous around you, Master.”
“You’re smiling though. You seem particularly happy tonight. Why?”
“Well, Sire, out of all the beautiful slaves in your Harem, you have chosen to be with me, and that makes me happy.”
“And do you know why I’ve chosen you above all the others to be my plaything this evening, sweetling?
“No, Sire.”
“While I enjoy the company of the other slav
