Master absent-mindedly petted Frances's head as the bloodstained sheet was finally taken away by two attendant women in their shiny black plastic unif...rms, and the small couch on which the act had taken place was wheeled away.There was a silence as the final act began. A beautifully dressed girl - not more than eighteen Frances estimated - walked slowly into the centre, curtsied, and moved to one side. Frances knew her: she had been a slave to one of the Masters for as long as Frances had been. For the moment,everything felt better. She turned around to grab her clothes whensuddenly she halted. "Steve, I'm not unhappy with who I am, butsomething is missing and I feel lost. I watch you with all the energyyou put out to the crowd and admire how much fun your audience has. I'mtired of feeling like a second class citizen. No one even knows myname!"With my back to hers, I told her "Lori, for most of my life, I have beenin the spotlight. My anxiety is getting the better of me and I just. When Lacy looked down at the sad caricature of her former Mistress whatever indecision she’d had left her. Now she knew what needed to be done because this wasn’t her Freja. This was some untrained submissive who was experiencing the fears and uncertainty which invariably comes when you begin to dedicate your life to the service of another. At this early stage Freja was scared of letting go of the past, but Lacy knew she could help her former Mistress. She could use her inner strength and a. I imagined them to be excited, eager to go back on the feet that had ridden in them over those countless miles of smooth pavement while the little girl in them became a young woman.Then I imagined the skates becoming Veronica Powers, sitting beside me, unimaginably thankful that I had recovered one of the totems of her journey to adulthood. Well ... not unimaginably thankful ... not exactly. I could think of a way she was welcome to thank me. It involved a lot of heavy breathing and her naked.