I smile and shake my head. As we pull up to your house, you ask if we'd like to come in for a coffee. It's late but I need to stay awake for the drive...home so Jon and I come in. You make a coffee while Jon and I wait in the living room. I can hear you opening a bottle of something and then try the coffee machine. Jon's watching the tv and I ask if everything's ok, you reply the drawer of the machine won't get back in. I come into the kitchen to help and see you've already got a glass of wine! I. When it came time for us, I said, "Master Sam and slave, Marcia."Don said, "I think I can safely say that Marcia has been the hit of the convention thus far, don't you? Let's give her a round of applause please." A loud round of applause and cheering broke out and Marcia blushed. So far today, she'd been kept naked most of the day, made to climax multiple times in front of strangers, sometimes by strangers, forced to expose her heat; but it was being acknowledged for all this by a rowdy group. The reasons behind his decision stretched thinner as excuses about why heshould give in moved to the forefront of his mind. Soon, despite what itwould mean to others, he began to hope for a summons, anything to serve asan escape from his escape. Not rational, but neither was it as ridiculousas it seemed. Therefore, he felt relief when a thundering voice broke theseal of silence."Come!"Returning to his bedroom, he changed from his blue dress into the darkuniform that identified him as a member. Behind him was a ragged woman with a beaten look in her eyes. You know the look, like the person has been so far down for so long they will have to climb up to reach what the rest of us think is the bottom.I saw her wipe a dapple of cum from the corner of her mouth as she came through the door. She went to the bar, picked up a piece of already chewed gum from the corner and popped it into her mouth. The bartender whispered to her before she walked toward us.“Whatcha want?” she asked, popping.