The guard stands and watches me as I eat and undress relieve myself and shower my mind in turmoil at what is to come fearful of who may buy me if luck... it will be that Master Max.He instructs me to refresh your makeup and do a good job today as I want to sell well the makeup he tell me to use is bright red lipstick and work well on highlighting my eyes adding blusher on my cheeks and extra mascara a painted whore in my mind as I work hard to do my hair nice.He then presents me with the outfit. Beth placed the scarves on the wicker clothes hamper and reached for my shaving balm. She poured some in her little hands, patting and rubbing it on my face, ‘Yum-yum, smooth as a baby’s bottom but twice as handsome, thank you sweetheart.’ ‘I admit it. I enjoyed it, Beth.’ ‘The shaving balm, the handcuffs or both?’ ‘The shaving balm. Shall we spice things up a bit my beautiful lady……………….’ Richard took my hair out of the bun and brushed it before putting it up into a high ponytail on the top. The next day, I researched and found a site that would allow us to create a private chat room. I sent her an email with how to get to the site, as well as the chat room name and password.A few minutes later, I received a reply from her, "Perfect! It will be nice to have some privacy to talk. See you there soon, xoxo."I loved the "xoxo". It was unexpected, but it certainly made my day.Later that evening, we met in our private chat. We spent three hours talking about likes, wants, spouses. When. Happy with my purchases, I returned Vivien's text, "My slut, Vivien, I want you naked, on your knees, by your living room front door, exactly at 6:00 p.m. You shall wear the collar you bought for me. Have the leash in your hands. On your bed, place all your toys, dildo, butt plug, etc. You will comply. Is this understood. Master A"Almost, instantaneously, the following text appeared, "Master A. I shall comply. Your Slut Vivien."The rest of my work day was a blur, for I could not keep my mind.