I was leaddown the corridor and down the stairs always staying at Jemma?sheal until she took her seat and I kneeled beside her chair.?? She stroked my...head like a master strokinghis dog while the rest of the girls came in.??There must have been ten girls that where naked crawling around on kneeseach one had a tattoo just like the one I had between my legs, they also whorea plain leather collar.?? They served thefood and I noticed a row of bowls on the ground just out from a wall so theslaves. "It itches," she said."That's right. It's not supposed to be uncomfortable. You are wearing this because you have to, not because I want you to."You can scratch all you want here, and in the limo. Once you are out in public, no itching." Yes, Master."He attached a leash to her collar, and led her through a regular door in the massive doors. She put her hands behind her back, like she had been trained to do.The limo driver did not get out of the car, per instructions. It was inside a garage big. She gave him a coylittle smile and then started kissing and sucking his manhood withobvious experience. This was different; this was just the fuel Timneeded. He came within two minutes and when he did he heard himself cryout "oh, Master!" without ever meaning to. He didn't really think much ofit though... it seemed natural and didn't bother him in the least. Timquickly closed the video and cleaned himself up and then went off to bed,still wearing the now stained pink panties. Normally he. “No that’s just the nurse, she calles me Rudi Kadoodie… No clue why…” I say and he laughs, “Don’t laugh too hard or your nickname’ll be gag.”“You know… That’s actually fitting…” he said as we got to the gym.Entering the Locker room, we were assaulted by the foul stench of sweat. Well… I acted like it was repulsive… But the smell of the locker room sometimes turned me on… It got me thinking of when the football team comes in after a game… All pumped up, or after working out… They all change in.