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I Want To Be Your Slave

... incapable of giving consent" "I think that was what I was offering." Said Maria in a contemplative tone. "Then, I couldn't do so freely, But now ..." "Please don't decide anything yet." I interrupted. "There is plenty I want to show you yet. By now we'd finished our main course, so I said "I have a treat in store for you, cook did manage make some ice cream for you." With that two small dishes of ice cream were brought in, there was also some chocolate on the side. I was pleased to discover that chocolate exist already in solid form, and I wished again for a glance at Wikipedia or that I remembered more of the history of chocolate from when I'd been in Brussels. "Try it." She tentatively brought the ice cream to her lips. As the ice cream entered a variety of sounds escaped. "Mmm!", "Ooh."I think she liked it. With a big smile on her face, she said, "That is even better than I imagined, it is indeed ambrosia." She'd been studying her mythology obviously. "Try some of this." I said picking up one of the small pieces of chocolate. I also poured a small glass of port. I bit into the chocolate and was somewhat disappointed it was somewhat bitter, and a bit gritty. It needed a good conching, I wondered if that process had been invented yet. The port also didn't taste like I was expecting. "What are these." She said eying the port and chocolate dubiously, "They don't seem to agree with you a great deal." "This is chocolate, and this is port. Chocolate when properly prepared it is ...

... the finest, most popular sweet, at least where I come from. This is not quite to the standard I'm used to, but try it and see what you think. The wine is Port, also not quite like I'm used to." She took a small bite, and burst in a big smile. "If this is bad chocolate, I can only dream of the wonders of good chocolate." she gushed, and sensing an opportunity, asked "If you don't like it, might I have yours?" "Well, its not that bad, but certainly if you like it that much. I think I'll ask cook to make hot chocolate next time. You mix it with warm milk, it can be quite delicious as well." Maria sampled the port. This also elicited some appreciative "Mmm!"s. "That makes the chocolate even better, if such a thing is possible. "How are you feeling Maria? I fear that you have already overindulged a bit. I want you compliant, not insensible for your practical lesson." "But I feel marvelous!" She said slightly too loudly, "I feel all warm inside like I'm melting. I want you to take me in your arms and have your way with me as a free woman. But what do you mean by 'practical lesson'." She said with the puzzled look back in place. "Well, I intended to have my way with you all along, I said my intentions were not honourable. The afore going was the theory lesson, that of power exchange. I think its time you had a practical lesson, a demonstration of what it really means." "Well I hope you will expedite your dishonour." was her surprisingly lucid, if slightly slurred response. "I think ...