" Great, super, wonderful. Now down to brass tacks, as it were. Could yousign these for me in blood? I have a small knife..."The colour drained from m... face."Ha Ha, my little joke, black biro will do."I signed the several forms with a slightly shaking hand. My sense ofhumour was fragile at the moment, to say the least."Well done Toni. Now we need to talk about how you present yourself."I looked down; saw the cream silky blouse and black skirt and matchingjacket. I thought I looked fine, rather. "Who did that to you?" Some runt got a lucky punch." Runt? In your grade?" No Sir..." He shoveled his face full of food to avoid questions, besteat while he still could."Don't eat while I'm talking to you boy." He put down his utensils andlooked up as Dad chewed, it was so quiet he could hear Dad swallow."What grade?" This was bad, even though Dad never raised his voice hiseyes showed his anger."Grade Four... Sir." The last thing he needed was to forget to say Sir."You got your ass kicked. I took a few years off before going to college to travel around Europe . After that I worked for a while saving up money for school. I’m close to 30 now and will have my MBA in just a few months. There was a rough patch for a few years after mom, I call her Carol because she was never really a mom, took everything we had and left us penniless. Dad was destroyed. She cleaned the bank account and left us with nothing but her debt. That was over 15 yrs ago and we’ve finally recovered. I worked. He’s a great customer. I love him. He started out a pretty normal guy who wanted to find a mistress. I don’t like to brag, but I’m pretty good at it, and he liked me. He liked shaving his legs for me. He liked wearing panties to work for me. He liked spanking himself on webcam while I watched. It was all pretty vanilla stuff for a PSO, to tell the truth.We had a good time for quite a while. Then one day he calls me with this crazy idea. He says he likes doing what I say, but he’d like.