I look around the room as much as I can in my tightly constrained position – I can’t even see the keys anywhere. Where did I put them? Maybe the... are on the bed, or are they on the dresser? If I do find them, will I even be able to move enough to reach them and release myself? I take a mental inventory of the locks I need to open; two bounding each of my wrists to my ankles, and another two locking your cock tightly in chastity. Four keys – I won’t even know which goes where. I think. She is right after all; I am a slave and resistance at this juncture is futile. Better to swim with the current than to fight against it. I look at the woman’s face; she is younger than I, dark and attractive, well fed for a slave too and her clothes are clean. She even wears a few rough beads. It seems that the Lord Heshuzius takes good care of his property.At length I am led down a dark narrow alley to where brands light a low door. I am led inside where there are more women wearing homespun. The rule was simple: if Barry wasn't online, she had to answer the door in whatever she was wearing. If she disobeyed, she would be punished. Last week she'd put on a bathrobe and Barry had forced her to flash a chatroom full of teenagers.Not today. Not after last night and when Katie had just gotten the money.The delivery person knocked on the door. Nicole took a deep breath and opened it without any clothing.It was a young man. He stared at her in surprise ... then in recognition. They knew. " She took my hand and led me back out into the lobby. Once there, she hooked her arm in mine and we walked slowly through the room. I felt everyone's eyes on us.We settled into chairs at the back of the little theater. There were no other couples in the couples only area with us, but there were about five guys seated at the bench in front of us. I could barely see the screen for all the guys turning to see Suzanne.I felt Suze moving next to me and glanced over. She had untied the tails of her.