Could what we fear the most actually provide the freedom we desperately crave? Do we work so hard to guard our secrets only to hope they are discovere...? With this, and my Lady, in mind I wrote this piece. It is my gift to her, and hopefully through Her to all those who read it.AbeHe hadn't seen her in too long and he missed her control acutely, as if he were missing a limb. There hadn't been any falling out, just a battle of schedules, and it was frustrating them both.Finally, an opening had. Any attempt to leave my employ or to disobey me will result in the evidence being sent to the police and the photos distributed on the internet and sent to your friends and family. Do you understand?”“Yes sir,” Claire nodded, her face pale as the realisation of her position hit home.“And don't even think of going to the police and pretending you were forcibly humiliated last night. For a start, I felt between your legs when you were being used. You were so fucking wet, you slut. You were. So our power will grow as well, if not more so, as other groups will not want to mix with your group until we are all very sure you have given up the taste of eating people for good.” Tran said.Luteus didn’t look too happy to hear the things that he was hearing right along through now. Though Luteus could see no way out of the corner that he suddenly found his whole camp trapped in. He had enough sense to realize that if his camp was being given a chance to flee and return to near where his. Sharing the same name with Doll’s Heroine hadn’t hurt making this sordid tale of a girl who let’s herself be caged and used at a sex party an often read tale. “Ready.” I told her, shyly, feeling somewhat exposed, not surprising as I was naked from the waist down. “Mmm. You’re such a pretty little slut, Rachel.” She teased, kneeling before me, running her perfectly manicured nails along the flesh of my thighs. I shivered, perhaps even let out an imperceptivity soft gasp as I did my best to.