"Slave?" I try to say, and she understands me because again she strokes my brow. "Yes, what you can feel is your neural implant mapping your pain path...ays. We're almost done, and when we have a full map your behavioral controller can be switched on. Don't worry - at that stage we can begin the fun part of your conditioning - we need to map your pleasure pathways as well." I feel a prick in my arm, and my sensations fog again. I feel the pain begin to resume, but this time, while I can still. She has a point there; I forgot about that in my list of reasons!I didn't want to get out of bed that morning. It felt so good lying there. I also knew that this was the last time I would feel Megan like this, or any other way, for two weeks. I wanted to soak up all of her that I could. Although I would certainly not be neglected or lonely while she was gone, with all the other girls around, I would miss her tremendously.Alas, all good things have to end, at least for a little while, and. Since she had started fucking her son, she had no need to come up with ways to stay busy.Jerry was keeping her busy, busy fucking him, or sucking him. She grinned. At least she only had to make up one bed now, since he slept with her.Finished with the housework, she bathed. She stayed in the tub for a long time, the oils and scented bubbles smoothing out her already smooth flesh. Debra took very good care of her body, and always had. Her body gave her enjoyment, gave enjoyment to her son, and. There was an open entryway past the parlor, spilling its amber-tinted light out into the room. A strange, muffled sound was coming from the room as Brandy cautiously made her way over.The dining room was dominated by a huge oak table and in the center of it was a young brunette, scantily clad in a tattered Dorothyesque dress, hogtied and gagged with duct tape. She was struggling quite wildly and her eyes caught Brandy's. She screamed and struggled, her eyes wide and pleading for Brandy to untie.