"Well, it's about time it started," Joaquin muttered, looking over the edgeof the bed to where Trissa was sprawled out on the carpet, squirming andwri...hing."Uhhh," Trissa hissed, her teeth clenched through waves of pain. "This isn'tsupposed to be happening," she finally gasped."Yeah, right. Don't play Miss Innocent, Trissa," Joaquin replied, swinginghis legs over the edge of the bed. "If things had gone your way, I'd behalfway to womanhood by now."Trissa's eyes widened. "You're delirious," she. I'm so glad to see you again," The look in her azure blue eyes and the way she smiled at me as she sat down told me she meant it."You've changed," I told her.Her head tilted questioningly, "Oh, yes? I thought you said I hadn’t." You're even more attractive." How pathetic was that?She laughed delightedly, “Flatterer!" Are you home for good?"Her face darkened, as she put on a scolding tone, "You never wrote back."“I didn’t know how to write ‘congratulations’ without making it look cynical,” I. A few minutes later the same intern approached me and then told me that it was my turn. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I was too busy collecting myself for the interview that I didn't get to catch her name.The interview space was huge, there was one table situated on the middle. There seated was the recruitment officer. I stood right on one of the seats in front of the table waiting for the interviewers signal.It was only a few minutes when she finished looking at my resume and wrote some. She smiled gratefully. She was walking around with lots of my cum and her cum in her pants. It would be a pleasure to get cleaned up I imagined. As she showered I did a little research online about this Master stuff. I found lots of information. It was apparently becoming a more and more popular lifestyle for many people. She was definitely a submissive, or sub, and I could be nothing but a Master. Nothing else would fit my personality. This could be very interesting and enjoyable. For both of.