Mike was the first to speak. “Kitten, I must say that you have surprised me, but also pleased me, by how fast you have worked to accept your positio... here in my house. I am so proud of you and want to give you something as a reward for being so open and accepting of everything I have pushed on you.”After saying this Mike gave her a box, which she opened to find the ankle bracelet he had suggested when they first met. She smiled reading it, on one side it read, ‘owned’ and the other side ‘by. I showed it to her and watched her tremble with terrible anticipation. I had only given it to her twice before and she probably retained those ordeals in her memory bank. Of course, I first asked her ritualistically if she was at peace with her punishment. I would never force her training on her because that would defeat the purpose of self-imposed behavior modification. The beautiful girl had tears in her eyes but she cried out loud and clear, “Yes, master, please give me the cane. I am so. ” She didn’t know what possessed her to ask to wear very sexy lingerie that her mother wore, in front of this total stranger. But her heart was racing, and she wanted this man to want her like he wanted her mother.“Chelsea, I would love that, if you feel comfortable. But I can’t guarantee that this old guy will be able to control himself if I get flashbacks of your mom,” he laughed.“James, you are not that old and look even younger than you are. I might like if you can’t control yourself. Two bowls sat in front of her, one empty and the other full of stone cold cheesy goodness.“I could have eaten that if I knew the bitch wasn’t coming,” she uttered to herself as she looked around the room. A couple of her classmates were sat on the couch watching TV and a few others were cooking, but she wasn’t close enough to any of them to justify venting her frustrations.After dumping the wasted food in the bin, she took the bowls to the communal sink – rinsing them before chucking them in.