I was having some trouble getting to sleep. At about midnight I heard Carrie come down the hall and into her room. 20 minutes later, I thought I heard...some muffled “sighs” and “moans”. The walls were pretty thick and I thought she might be crying. We had an adjoining closet and after a while my curiosity got the best of me. I felt bad for her. After the crying went on for a while I decided to get up and ask if there was anything I could do. I knocked gently on her door and heard her say “Come. But do not fret. You have a new life now—a life of service to a master or mistress. You will be there for their every whim and command. We will train you for this life and it will become something you wish to have.”The black haired woman shivers quite visibly. Cate is tall and lean yet very imposing, especially as she stands over the cowering woman.“What is your name?” Cate asks. Her tone is slightly kinder.“Janice,” the woman answers in a shaky voice.“That’s a nice skirt,” Cate says to her,. But I was also afraid and did not want to spoil the relationship.I was worried because if she complained to dad about my intention, then dad would kill me. So I wanted to wait for the best opportunity.From there, I started thinking of a plan to start to get close to mom. On weekdays, I started to wake up early and helped mom serve coffee sometimes. She also started to be close to me.One day on the weekend, we went to a nearby vegetable shop. My mom wore a salwar. On the way, there was a ground. Now tell me the truth, how many cocks have you sucked besides your husband's?"I considered my options but I knew I had none. I would have to do as he said. I would have to be honest with him. Over the next hour I told him about my other life. He had always known me as the prim, proper, loving wife but now he was listening to me confess my nasty, slutty alter-ego. His eyes filled with lust as I confessed how many cocks I had sucked and fucked. I could see his trousers bulge nicely as I told him.