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"Dinner's ready, Master." she said with a smile. He smiled in return, and she melted inside, as she did every time he gave her some sign that she'd pleased him. He put his hand on her swollen belly, and the baby kicked almost as if on cue. She smiled blissfully. When Master was happy, all was right in the universe. He touched her ring, whispering softly in a language she didn't understand, and the feelings intensified greatly. Almost as if the ring were making her feel this way, and he had to recharge it once a day.
But that was silly, of course. She loved Master, and served him as an expression of her devotion to him. The only power the ring had was as a symbol of their status as husband and wife, Master and slave, soon-to-be father and mother. Master smiled as she unveiled the fruits of her day's labors. That smile was where the real magic lay, she told herself, not in the circle of metal that glowed on her finger.