" She: Maria is softness and beauty. Her lips on mine are all I can feel, all I think I need. She is the essence of femininity, and everything I wish ...o be. She is your number one slave, and for a brief moment I am jealous. I find myself thinking as I used to think. Then almost immediately, my mind begins to work as it should, as a slave. She has earned her place with you, and as much as I have shared with you, as close as I have felt to you, I do not belong to You. I allow myself to imagine. The door was open, but I knocked anyway. "Mrs. Johnson?" Come in, dear. Sit on the bed." Mrs. Johnson was in the closet; I could hear the movement of hangars.I heard her begin humming a tune. I sat on the edge of the bed; naked except for the towel I wore. Mrs. Johnson left the closet, a long garment draped over her arm. I could not tell exactly what it was from where I sat, but from what I could see, it was light blue, and a floral print. She walked over to a chair, and draped the garment over. Mr. Riley got awful close this time, though. There's a clear discharge seeping from his now flaccid penis. Too close, I think to myself. I'm beginning to wonder what's getting into me. I've never even touched myself at work before, and tonight I've made myself come twice. I decide I'd better get back to work. And I'd better get dressed just as soon as my clothes are done, because running around almost naked seems to have a bad influence on me. I'm losing all sense of propriety.I finish washing. They had always pushed her especially hard, as if they sensed some reservation in her submission. Anna's screams were loud and full voiced, they were hurting but not choking her. Tanya had heard worse. Anna's torment stopped and Tanya heard one of the acolytes pick up he leash. She was lead crawling on all fours somewhere forward, past where she had heard the mistresses voice coming from. They untied her blindfold, but Tanya knew better than to open her eyes without permission. The.