Followed. This looked even better. If I could just slipout a kitchen door... Freedom!The right moment was a long time coming, however. Daphne immediat...ly gaveme a tray of cocktails and canap?s and had me circulate among the guests,serving and smiling like the good maid I was to be.Twice I had to go back for refills. Finally, I returned to the kitchenwhen Daphne was away. My chance at last! I only knew that I had to bequick and hope that no one, especially Daphne, learned of my escape untilI. "It picks up the fucking vibrations of your vocal cords you fucking idiot" she explained as he was brutally jolted a third time."hu-hu-hu" piggy panted, wide awake again, trying to stay quiet."Yeah. That's fucking right. When I say don't make noise I fucking mean it huh?" she nodded pulling a laptop out of her bag and opening it. "I see you've still got your pink cock-tie. I guess you're a special pig then."Piggy nodded in reply, his silence brutally enforced. Mistress... what was her name. Maybe. It’s either that or a couple of drunken kids got into the emergency kit and decided to have some fireworks. If that’s the case, then all we lose is a night’s sleep, and we get an excellent chance to be heroic and practice a rescue.”Malcolm smiled at the thought of a couple of drunk teenagers playing with flares. “Does that happen often?” he asked.“Well, I’ve never seen it, but you’d be amazed at some of the stupid shit I have seen. God help them if they are a bunch of dumb bastards. Not like she had been only a brief few weeks earlier when she had arrived, purchased by my boss as a slave. I recalled that day and especially the evening of the dinner party that had ended with Laura and I joined together by our clit chains as Mr Foster took her from behind, doggy style. Once he'd finished, he'd retired to bed leaving us chained together with the comment that it would give the pair of us a chance to get to know each other better.I smiled as I thought back to that evening.