My officer is a stingy bastard and makes me spend more time on my knees than on my back."Heidi had to giggle at the woman's bluntness. She was quite a...beautiful piece of work with barely covered boobs of huge proportion. Her skin was absent the marks of the average captive female because she had escaped the almost daily distribution of physical discipline. Most of the women were used to the attitude corrections now and accepted them as normal fact of everyday existence rather than plain old. But breakfast was a sumptuous buffet, and she was treated as an honoured guest. Among that crowd were businessmen and women, other models, male, female, and otherwise. Some submissive, some dominant, some neither. Some wore their preferences openly, while others, like her, remained neutral. She was ill at ease in the world of kink, but she was pleasantly surprised by the grace and luxury. She was half afraid that she would have been whisked into a basement and never seen again. Those. Looking at the representatives it was obvious they worked for a gym, there were three of the two men and a woman. Both men wore suits but both looked as if they would be more comfortable in gym shorts and a singlet, or was that just my mind hoping? The woman wore a power suit but it did not hide the fact she was easily as fit as both men.Introductory handshakes gave me a better chance to have a squiz at their beautiful physiques. The woman, obviously the leader of their group, was called Marie. I was a good student in math and science. Rhonda was an artist. She was, in fact, a very good artist and it was her skill at design and art that kept her active in everything from decorating for the prom to editing the school newspaper. I loved to look at what she painted, even though I couldn’t tell her that the colors she described to me as she painted were no more real to me than the numbers in the national debt. There were a lot more of them than I would ever see.In the fall of our senior.