I didn’t know he could get access to my computer and see what I’d been doing. But that’s what happened.I was in my favorite incest chat room on... night talking to a new guy. He even got me to tell him I wasn’t 18 like my profile said but 16 and he said that really turned him on. Then he asked me what I liked best, and I told him daddy/daughter roleplay. He asked what I wanted daddy to do to me, and I told him I loved being spanked by daddy then fucked hard. He asked me if I would let. It was held together with a small snap. "I want you to wear this. It is a symbol of my stewardship of you. While you wear it, you are mine. That means that you must be completely obedient, absolutely honest and forthright, and respectful and deferential. As long as you wear this, you are indicating to me that you are willing to be my slave. You have only one absolute right - you have the right to remove this collar at any time. If your hands are bound, you have the right to demand that it be. He was very handsome and then I thought it was a pity he would be gay…Bob introduced us. The guy’s name was Justin; just as I had expected…Soon it became clear Justin was hungry for sex, but he was a little confused about the situation. From the way he stared at me, I could know that Bob had not informed him that he intended me to watch them fuck. I was feeling slightly uncomfortable. But Bob, always happy to be in charge, turned to the guy and begged him to go into the bathroom.They. Where education hadn’t succeeded the Warden’s had. Still it was a huge population pool. There should be more talent out there. There were rumors of course, rumors of a black market with international connections especially for white women in the East, Middle East, and Africa that was draining away the prospects. The quality of sensuousness was everywhere even more to be prized than beauty, not only by the most sophisticated of the Cornucopians, but by more and more of the connoisseurs around.