30 came. The doorbell rang and I opened the door.In came Mistress and five of her girlfriends who were each dragging a man behind them by their ties. ...y Mistress was carrying a wide leather collar and lead in her hand. All of the ladies were gorgeous, and all dressed in very expensive clothing, just like my Mistress, all in sheer blouses, short skirts and high heels.I was dumbfounded again.Mistress shouted ‘I want all of you slaves kneeling down in the middle of the room in a line next to each. Thus, during this time of panic, anything that held even a remote possibility of being a catalyst for escape was to be welcomed. Susan ran a hand over the button’s surface, contemplating giving it an experimental push. She could feel her hand ready to apply the final pressure to activate whatever the button may activate, when the screen monitor suddenly flashed up in huge red letters, the phrase: DON’T PUSH THE BUTTON This was followed by a digital timer appearing on screen just below the. Suzanne gushed about how well I played that day. The conversation turned to business during dinner. Mr. Oldham wanted a progress report from me on my job at his office, my landscaping duties and my reading list. I tried to make my report sound positive. The few hours I spent at his office flew by and I was getting along well with the members of the I.S. department; with Ned's help the park never looked better and I had checked off two more books on my reading list since the last time he saw it.. Like me, Cherise had also beenraised in the north ? Wisconsin in her case ? and was a recent arrivalto Dallas. She was 23 years old and had long hazel hair, green eyes, anda bewitchingly beautiful smile."OK, let's go for it," she said as she handed me a white bra and whitepanties. "Put these on." But..., you don't mean right here, do you? I'll use the bathroom." No, Angela, you'll change right here. If you're gonna live here, you'llbe treated just like the rest of us. Don't be so modest..