”Delphine grew quiet. I looked at my arms, my hands. “What did she do? I don’t feel harmed in any way.”“Honestly, we don’t know. All we do...know is that you started shouting, and by that I mean using every shout possible, even ones we’d never heard you use before. Flames, frost, force, going ethereal ... Your companions came running back in, Lydia bore the brunt of most of it, holding you down simply with her own body while Lortheim and Jora tied you down and gagged you. I got here the next day. "I obviously have time..."The screams from next door started again. Ray rested his hands on hisknees and took a slow, deep breath.Five minutes later the Lieutenant entered the cell."Senor Barker, you must stand, or mat go," the Lieutenant explained."Of course," Ray agreed, resignation in his voice. He stood on the mat,his toes hanging over the edge. He tried the techniques he had learntfor relaxing at attention from his army days and tried not to think ofthe cold on his toes. So far, so very. His new owner. Gone was the self assured voice of a young man who everyone listened to. Gone was the powerful tones of a popular jock. Instead were the frightened whimperings of a half dressed slave. A teen boy who would soon be serving his new Master in fear and total obedience. Tim faced a new lifestyle of total control and domination, of humiliation and degradation, of slavery. And Jacob would ensure that he learnt his new place in life over the coming weeks.Jacob listened to Tim. When he turned where he couldsee her she was smiling. He felt better that she didn't seem angrywith him. She said, "You are dressed in a perfect office attire. I amimpressed at how good you look. You look better in that than you doin your suits and your slacks and sport coat. With what you have onyou could be a model for office wear. Your outfit is feminine butnot overly so. You project a business as usual look. At our nextstaff meeting I would like to use you as an example of how to dressfor.