‘Right, stand up! It’s time for your chores. I want you to empty these shelves and clean them, then put the books and CDs back in order.’ I st...od and curtsied. ‘Yes, mistress.’ Marci returned to her computer while I emptied the shelves, remembering to always bend from the waist. Marci watched for a while, enjoying the sight of my stocking tops and arse being displayed like that, then got down to looking through her collection of porn on the computer. After a while she stood and said. I was wearing a whitesatin blouse, ankle length black leather skirt and 6" pumps. Mandy, freshlyshowered, sat rather stiffly in a long-line boned leather corset, a black armbinder locking her arms behind her and a single leg ballet boot sheath weldingher legs together. From the neck up she was unrestrained. The red hair, shampooedand then brushed until it gleamed to match the glint in her green eyes, surroundeda face freshly made up and sporting a pair of glossy red lips. My left arm was around. I take one in each hand, now grabbing on them hard, making you whimper in pain. You try to pull away and I slap you again, telling you not to move. You look up at me with pleading eyes, but you'll get no mercy from me. I take you by the arm and lead you to another room, where a woman is sitting dressed just like you. I have you stand in front of her, then hit the back of your knee with a riding crop so you instinctively kneel. You find yourself face to face with her pussy only inches away. You. ”“What choosing? I tried to tell the First, I don’t know anything about what’s going on, or how to stop it.”She frowned. “You don’t remember your choosing?”“I don’t even know what a choosing is!”“For me, it was something like a wordless dream full of images. Not like the First’s dream world—it was something else entirely. When I woke up, I knew how to create the bond, and I knew I was something called a warden, though I’d never heard the term before. Unfortunately, the choosing doesn’t tell us.