The least we can do is try their ideas out and give an honest response.”“Not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”“Which is why you only wore the... for five minutes, and I the rest of the time.”“Thanks.”“The write ups from today’s lessons need to be completed tonight before bed.”“Okay,” She replied, deep in thought.... Wednesday morning, I was scanning yesterday’s report while breakfasting. Sighing, I put down my fork and headed to the pool. I half expected what I read, but it was still. Master John comes around to my front. "Clean this up baby". He says as he sticks his finger into my mouth. The combination of KY jelly and my own ass taste is unpleasant, but I dutifully suck my Masters finger clean. A penis shaped gag is forced between my lips and locked behind my head. "There, you're all set. Now don't go anywhere" Master John laughs. He leaves locking the door on his way out. I contemplate my situation I'm locked, strapped and gagged in my bosses office. And I love. "I guess Cheryl is the best way to address me, sir. Colette is resigning." What do you mean Col... ? I mean, Cheryl?" I'm sorry sir but I can't take it. Deacon Ramsay is a slimy hypocrite and it makes me shudder when he looks at me. Now he's ordered all of the single girls in the place to wear his 'official uniform'. That's what I have on. And he brings men to visit the plant but I think it's just to look us over... it's like we're livestock and he's trying to auction us off."As the young. “So that’s who I am Hanna, as best I can recall. I suppose I’m too weird for you now.”Hanna sat wide eyed as she listened to my history, ever focused as I got to the weird parts. “Are you sure? Really? Oh, that’s bizarre stuff. I don’t even know what to think.” “I know. You understand now why I didn’t want to remember?” “I guess so. It’s hard to believe.” “It’s true. I hate it and it’s true. We were not poor when I was a kid but our lives were, well, fucked up. That’s how I see it now. I.