You may be a Master or a Mistress, a slave-owner or someone with the urgeto own a slave -- in which case, may I humbly introduce myself as slave Peter...whose adventures you might already have read about in my previous attempt atauthorship. If you have not, may I with equal humility suggest that your enjoymentof this effort of mine would be enhanced by reading the other first? Or you may be a slave like myself -- in which case I want to welcome you asif you were my brother, or perhaps sister! I. “And be quiet!” I instructed as I made my way out of the bedroom.Jennifer walked in the front door and tossed her purse on the living room recliner. “Babe?” she called out.“Hey sweetie, I’m here.” I responded walking down the hallway.“Bad news, Stan called a meeting, and I need to be back soon. But I got so wet after you called me, I didn’t want to cancel.” She led me back to the bedroom, taking her blouse off as she entered. I responded by pulling my own shirt over my head and made my way. Physical contact clearly displayed, telling both me and any curious eyes in the room that I was your territory. As the night went on, several drinks later for both of us, my buzz heightened. Not to that point of blacked-out, but more like moments snipped and clumsily pasted together again, seconds and minutes lost within each edit. Between meeting everyone, drinking, and laughing, we'd break away for a few: bathroom trips, refills at different times, conversations in groups branching off in. I paid for the rental of the video and walkedout of the store with Dan by my side. "I'll be by around 7 o'clocktonight -- is that all right?" he asked."Yeah, sure -- come on by." I said.With those final words we both walked away in opposite directions. Iwalked back to my house and he walked somewhere unknown to me. Uponarrival at my house I walked downstairs to my living room where Icleaned up making the house look livable. Seven o'clock rolled aroundand there was a loud knock on my door. I .