“What did you do?”“I just put a little choker around your neck to hide that hickey, little one,” Beulah replied. “But I like to think of it ...s your slave collar. You’re now my property.”“What? No! Take it off!” Nancy tugged at the choker but it refused to budge.“It’s locked on and I have the only key, little one,” said Beulah, “and I’ll be very unhappy if you try to remove it from around your pretty neck. Now get dressed.”“Go to blazes!” Nancy tried to push Beulah away but her adversary was. Although slightly embarrassed, it felt good to feel the air against what was left uncovered on my face, after being stuck indoors. As she pushed me through the park, she proceeded to tell me about ´our relationship´as she called it. She told me that not all the women that I would meet were owners of slaves, some were submissives. However, none of the women were slaves, and that I would see that none of them wore collars like mine. A few wore collars, but those appear more like jewelry than. I will also publish some of my of the stories soon. Thank you for your appreciation of my previous stories and hope you continue enjoying my new stories.It was 7 am in the morning. I was barely awake. Maya was smoking a cigarette and having coffee. She got a call from someone and she suddenly got tensed. She woke me up in a hurry and asked me to dress up. She said, “Darling, your parents are coming here in five minutes. Get ready quickly.” I said, “Don’t worry Maya darling. We will get ready. You were ready to leave the hospital right as the week was ending, but then the doctors had said that there was the possibility that the parasite had laid eggs, and that you might need to go under surgery at any moment if they hatched, and so they had kept you in for a whole nother week while you stewed in that hospital room, bored out of your mind.See, there was thing going around college campuses this year, a challenge called the Freshman 15. Put simply, it was competition to see who could.