“You have ten minutes before your next guests. Clean yourself up and be ready when they come in,” instructed Mistress Annette. I rolled onto my ba...k and looked at her, “I can’t do this any more, please let me go.” She laughed, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. You agreed to this and by damned you will go through with it. You are going to do exactly what I tell you or you will pay dearly for it,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my balls and squeezed hard. I bellowed in pain, “The next time I. We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her. She picks up the rock and gives it a grim nod. Then tosses it right back out to Stasia. Suddenly we are all out there trying to be the one to catch the rock and toss it back. At first it is kind of a free for all. Every one running everywhere. We get some cheering when there are. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone else? The sense that I was ... was ... who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is loved, because she is obedient. Fulfilled, because she serves. Safe, because she is confined. Happy, because she exists only for others. Her. We both were out at the pool where most of the party was taking place. Margowas dressed very nice (not provocative) but as usual was the best lookingfemale at the party. (If we get to know each other better, I will send youher picture.) We had met a friend of hers there, she had not seen him for atleast 5 years. The conversation was pleasant enough and Jeff seemed to be avery nice guy. About 20-25 minutes later, I saw them walking and talking asthey walked up the hill towards the house. A half.