Ipromise... They'll make fun of me there. No one will be there to protectme..." Everybody there is just like you, honey. They're all big babies. Andth... nannies will protect you... That's their job... Abigail's isisolated, tucked away in the Central Highlands, surrounded by wind-sweptmoors, where hardly anyone lives and the climate is miserable, soggyheat in summer, cool and damp in winter... Plus, it has big walls allaround. No one will gawk at you or make fun of you. It's not a zoo...You'll. Deep down, I knew this is what Iwanted. I just worried that Ms. Johnson was too strict and demanding.Once I moved in, I would be totally dependent on Ms. Johnson and Derrick.I even had to sign over my direct deposited paychecks to Derrick. In asense, I was now their property.Ms. Johnson gave me a small bedroom behind the laundry room. It had abed, a desk, and a lamp. Derrick packed my belongings away. I am notsure what he did with all of my stuff.Derrick and Ms. Johnson had been dating for. Streaks of brown on her thighs indicated the path of her feces. The stench was just beginning to reach eye-watering intensity. Her eyes clouded with tears for another reason as she saw Nicole wearing one of her slave costumes. I felt the fear in her heart. I did nothing to still it."Master? Has she been here the entire time?" Yes." Mon Dieu!"The whip Sally had used to beat Nicole was still on the floor where it had fallen that night. It had been within her view the entire time as she knelt in. Sometimes I wonder if he realises just how much effort I put into our relationship.Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He probably didn't even know what he really.