Paul knew what Kat was thinking, and he smiled to himself. For him there was no contradiction. He had told her that D/s was not about violence against women, though there are a lot of faux Doms out there who think it is. It is about loving the sub and accepting the gift of her submission.
“This is way too much food, Master,” Kat said.
“Nonsense, slave. I told you that we have a full day of strenuous activity ahead of us. I promise that you’ll work off every calorie,” he replied, smiling lasciviously. “Eat up. Let me warm up you coffee.” Paul grabbed her mug and went to the pass-through to the kitchen, reached over and grabbed the carafe, refilling Kat’s mug.
Kat wanted to ask about all the art, but worried that it might touch on a tender subject. Truth be told, Kat was a rather under-c
