"She briefly stopped moving about to look at him. "You looked so peaceful. I know how you struggle to get enough sleep so I left you be. No harm done....Party has only just started, and everyone's already having a good time." She went back to work, putting a large tub of potato salad into an ornate dish."Marie, about last night and this morning for that matter," Arthur tried to begin, but she shoved the dish into his hands."We can talk about it later. Suffice to say, I forgive you. If you forgive. He always respected me for some reason and at the start of college, he was always scared to talk to me.However, we grew close during the festival days and started chatting on a regular basis. We even started chatting about personal stuff. He told me about how he had hooked up with a classmate and I told him about a hookup I had with a senior guy. We used to have a lot of fun chatting and gossiping.One fine day, after the festival was over. We both were in the canteen, having our lunch. We were. The girls sat there giggling, pointing and pouting. Several times I was instructed to get more drinks and cigarettes. I was pleased to be able just to be able to get off my knees even just for short while.It was then that my Mistress spoke to us.‘Slaves, it has come to our attention that if my Slave were to win this contest, he won’t have to go out in public without a shirt collar and cuffs. We think this makes it unfair so if he loses, my Slave will have an extra punishment. Isn’t that right,. "Will you stop! That's not the point! I'm saying you're putting me... aguy... at very great risk asking me to do that and you know it," Bobbysaid."A half dozen times? You got pictures?" Julie asked."I'm about to go Postal here," Bobby said as Julie smiled."Come on, for me! One time, one hour. One lousy hour. We doll you up...No, forget that word! We get you looking like one of us, take youshopping to one store and drive you back, no one the wiser and you a lotsmarter," Julie said and added,.