“Why are you dressed like that? And did you wet your pants?”“Er, Sir, this is the way my Masters tell me to dress, and yes, I’m afraid that is...my piss,” I confessed.“Masters? These masters control you?“Yes, Sir.”“And you do whatever they say?”“Yes Sir.”“And what about me…will you do whatever I say?”“Yes, Sir, I will,” I replied, looking down at the floor in submission. The Master’s rule was in effect. The guard had spoken to me, and that gave him immediate Master status. The guard was giving me. He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he touched cotton. Her legs parted further. She was damp. He applied gentle pressure. She moaned. He slipped a finger under. She was smooth, but for a small trimmed patch above. His finger. We're outside the city limits here; not that anyone would notice what's going on inside the house, anyway, or care. This isn't one of the northern cities where everything has to be done by a licensed this or that, or done by a union person."The retired plumber knew a retired electrician that needed a little extra money, so he did the wiring of the house with our help. We learned a lot from him in the process, and it didn't cost us nearly as much as it would have if we had hired a company to do. Her striking hair was done up, leaving her neck free. A choker of blue silk served as a symbol of her devotion to Lee, who was dressed in her usual black. It was a slinky suit, this time with a vest cut into a V so deep that the insides of her modest breasts were visible. She wore a hat of course and Spanish boots with tall Flamenco heels.Gina' s choice was a classic black gown with a generously scooped neck to show her tanned cleavage. The lights sparkled off a single string of pearls — no.