Six months in we were no longer content with calling each other sissy names, or teasing, we needed to put something on the line. Something worth striv...ng for besides the commissions. It started with her flashing her perky, milky white, pink budded C cups for me. My latest reward had her masturbating her shaved slit in my office chair. She left a pool of her cum for me to sit on.Last month I was late for a call and missed a sale. Taylor's punishment was to have me drive to the office without. He liked to see me beg him to stop hurting me…. Afterwards I lay there, while he got dressed and went downstairs. The next thing I knew I was being bundled up and taken with him in the big car with the blacked out windows to his home miles away.’ ‘How long were you there at his place?’ ‘About a month, I’m not sure. He kept me pretty much isolated at first, locked in this room up in the attic. Then last week he started to let me down, like he was showing me off. I saw these men. Lots of men.. “No, I haven’t. Sorry.” He lied. “Well, thanks for your time. If you do see him, please call me.” The stranger said handing him his card. Phil took it and nodded, closing the door. He wasn’t sure whether his desire to keep the dog or his mistrust of his alleged owner made him lie, but he was certain that he’d made the right decision. Watching the man drive away, he saw Wendy’s pickup pull into the driveway. Wendy Finch was a 5’ 4” brown haired woman with a magnificent figure and mischievous. Her mother was an absolutely unfamiliar person to her, and at twenty six, she wanted to know her, and begin to develop the relationship she should have when she was growing into adulthood.They had been confiding in each other several aspects of their lives for several months. Their bonding was taking effect as if they were two female friends, separated for many years, who meet again and have to get to know each other again, starting from what the relationship was when they separated. They.