Have a good day then!”She looked up at me again. “Are you that guy that’s been going around town helping folks out?”I shrugged. “I heard the...e were a bunch of guys doing that this summer,” I said, suppressing a grin.“Is that so...” she replied, her voice full of doubt. “What kind of work can you do?”“Um ... I’m still figuring that out. Basic stuff, for sure. Cutting, organizing, cleaning, stuff like that. Yard work. Clearing out piles that kids haven’t gotten around to taking care of.”She. I held mine up and tried my best to propose a toast.“To a new friend,” I said.“To a new friend,” she repeated.We each took a drink and then she placed the lime in front of her bright white teeth and sucked on it. I had to look away as she squeezed the lime and the juices ran down her chin and dribbled on to her cleavage.She grabbed a bar napkin and quickly wiped the juice from her chin and her cleavage.She held the line in front of me.“You’re turn,” she remarked, pushing the lime towards my. It was to be a small pink pale rose, on her ass cheek. The back room was the only place to tattoo so sensitive a spot, she was told.But the voice coming to her was not that of the parlor owner.Her nightmare continued."I think we might add another little design to this lovely tattoo," the silken voice whispered as Kelli could feel hands touching her raw bottom.She winced, then moaned in pain at the touch."Perhaps I should tattoo the words slut slave right here..."SMACK!!!!The hand slapped her. Crane herself. She would implant certain 'trigger phrases' in my subconscious that would allow me to be 'converted' - returned to the induction (trance) state - easily. She recorded the introductions to the disks, speaking the triggers that converted me, then passed control to Kyra's voice. SHE narrated the training portions of the therapy, owing to her extensive knowledge of the subject matter. Kyra promised they would not be harmful in any way. They would simply break down the subconscious.