1. For the duration of this story, you belong to me and thus you are myproperty. And if you choose to send feedback at the end my ownershipextends to...the point where you press, "send."2.You will say "Yes Mistress Dyvia" anytime that Aaron or Veronica does.3. Before reading this you must be aroused.4. You will either have a rose in your left hand (whether a piece ofpaper with a picture, drawn or photo, or a real one), or a lipstick onyour lips with a color closely resembling a rose's.5.If you. I loved it, watching it, receiving it and having it watched.”She kissed me taking Lily by her hand and pulling her down the hall behind her. I vowed to myself, that she would beg me to stay on Monday morning. I wanted Aimee to refuse to give me back my collar.As I walked toward my bedroom, I could hear them in the closet chattering on about how lovely the clothes were. Then I heard Lily say “Mistress I love this one, do you approve?”I heard Aimee reply “oh my god, the Master will not be able to. It must’ve been acting like a plow and was surely digging up stones, debris and chunks of pavement. The underside of the engine’s oil pan was all torn up too. Not only that, the oil filter was just plain gone! Only a fourth of it was still attached to its mount and motor oil and sprayed backwards all over the undercarriage. Worst yet was the fact there was a hole in the oil pan big enough to slide a stack of pancakes into. Jim and I looked at each other, jumped back into the Ranch Wagon and got. She opened the door and stepped inside, feeling her heart beating in her ears. The room was empty, prompting a deep sigh of relief.‘Ok, the first thing I have to do is figure out which is his bed.’There weren’t any pictures or anything on the bedside tables and no posters on the walls. She crouched down beside the bed on the right, about to reach under and see if there was a duffle bag underneath. She stopped, suddenly realizing that it was in fact his bed. It smelled like him. For some reason,.