Mistress and Taliya were downstairs by that time. I still had to get ready for school: it was my first day back to college: this was already startin... badly. I keep saying that Taliya is my older sister: we're not related by blood. We are a family. That is a term used for those of us in service to a House. . Taliya has been Master John’s and Mistress Julia’s submissive for 6 years; I have been for only six months. It was like living in the house with two mothers and a father. I was 18. Mom shook her head slowly, “No. God knows I love him but he stumbles around the bedroom Jenny like a drunk, fat guy with one leg and a limp.” That picture made me chuckle just a little bit, but it was enough to give away my position. I had to get up and seek a better vantage point if I hoped to hear the rest of THAT conversation. And I really wanted to hear the rest of it. I made my way into the house as fast as I could, snuck into the garage and climbed up onto the workbench as quietly as I. But it was just early enough that I could have gone out with Leslie to a coffee shop to spend a while chatting. I wondered what she wanted to do. Where was she? I finally spotted her talking with the Hypnotist. She waved me over. For reasons which I couldn't explain, I started getting that creepy feeling again.We were being invited to an after party-party up in the Hypnotist's Penthouse Suite at the Plaza Hotel. My first thought was, 'Bullshit!' I wasn't going to be some kind of sexual groupie.. The more time he had alone the more he thought about it. The excitement it brought him while alone was overwhelming. He pleasured himself on a number occasions as he thought about his beautiful petite wife with another man, but for the longest time he never intended for it to ever happen. Then one day while reading the Sunday newspaper Dave decided to check out the personal ads. He was surprised how many there were listed when he had come upon an ad that got his attention. It said, “Do you.