"Works every time," Cleo chuckled. Brad could smell the sent of excitement coming off his mother and he shook his head in wonder."How do you do that?"...he asked Cleo. Lisa heard something about Pavlov, or some other foreign name. She knew she had heard it before but right now didn't care."You are my little bitch in heat now aren't you Lisa?" Cleo whispered."Yes, mistress." Lisa gasped. She couldn't believe it but now not only was she ready for sex; she wanted it! She felt like a bitch in heat. .I spun around at the sound of something moving in the tall grass, butthere seemed to be nothing there. I sent an energy shield in thatdirection. It moved fast, and when it hit something, I dropped to allfours and ran at whatever it was that it had hit..I pounced and landed on a soldier. "Smart camo!" I growled at him, then,then hit him with a punch that knocked him out. I knew there would beothers and stood up to look for them just in time to be hit by a tranq.I pulled the dart from my neck. A real slave, Stacy. It means I control your life in every detail, though I'll always take your desires into account. I won't violate that, but I'll take you in unexpected directions."To drive home her point, she took a black iron slave collar out of her desk. and laid it on top, "This is the kind of slavery I mean, Stacy. This is what you're signing on for."Coming around the desk to her side, I guided her to her feet, and slid two fingers deep into her pussy then I smiled, kissed her. Each time, she whispered me for permission when it was a drink, for the dances she did not.Her favorite drink was Vodka pure and before midnight she was over ten shots, grinning madly and having a great time.A few times I got pulled to the dance floor as well, usually for a mosh or a slam dance.She would stand at the side of the pit, cheering me on but not joining.When I asked her about it she told me that it was way more violent than what she was used to.A few more Vodka’s later, she really.