.Me; Nee hellu Haage madidre… ninge ista unta…She: smiled … aaythu…. Yarigu Heloke illaaa….Me Promise…..She: ellige Hoguva?Me: nana Room g...Ibbaru Kelage Banthu….. (in mind I thanksed callboy)She close all the doors and windows ,So come in middle of the room…..and stand together….She suddenly told.. she will get scare if any one come here….. So I asked where She want.. she dint told anything and simple gone outside and called and told shell we sit inside Toilet. I agreed.. So I removed my veil. Later that afternoon, I gave her a call."Hello?" Hey Steph. How are you doing?" Mike. I'm lonely that's how I'm doing. I wish you could be here." Not as much as I wish that I was there."We talked for about a half hour before I had to get going. I invited her to dinner on Friday evening after I got home. I told her that I was going to take her out, so she should dress up nice. We said our goodbyes and hung up.The rest of the week was a blur. I was thinking about Stephanie and how she would react. ‘Again slave, sniff deeply,’ she commanded. My mind continued to spin, and my body began to react to what my Owner had just made me inhale. Even though I was locked up tightly in the CB3000 by her, nevertheless, my penis strained, trying to get hard, albeit unsuccessfully. My hips began to move involuntarily. My ass began to spasm and twitch, relaxed, eager to be filled with something, anything. Mistress D. leaned over and whispered to me as she caressed my chest with her leather gloved right. I will give instructions that, if you win the women are to be untouched. Fair?” The fool took it. I knew he had to die, he was arrogant, impetuous and scary. I would not simply kill him though, that was not honourable. I would fight in front of an audience. His father would see his son make an effort, hopefully a foolish one.His father had, for two years, been setting his son in fights against slaves, even a one-armed gladiator recently. The boy thought he was good. The problem was, he did not.