We were in. This train had some seats.“Why did you bring me, stupid? Now?” she inquired, holding the pole for support. I sat down, pulling her swi...tly into my lap.She tried to fight me off, trying to sit in an empty seat, giggling. Her smile said she was enjoying it every bit, but her words said, “Leave me, Vinnu, you’re hurting me.” I left both her hands and asked, “Do you remember me? I used to take private tuition from your mom.”“Ya silly, I’m trying to tell you since we met,” she said. And she craved. If there was any question left of Michelle’s true sexual inclinations, it was answered now. She was a masochist and submissive plaything, fuckmeat at her core, seeking to belong to and worship the sort of man who could bring out her inner wanton harlot.She needed a Master and ... in me, she found him at last. She belonged to me now and we both knew that she was never going to leave her bondage to me. Ever. She never wanted to leave it. She wanted to be my personal whore and that. "I - I'm sorry." Todd said, barely audible. As was the case in most social situations, their female personalities dominated him.The girls were silent for a moment. Then the blonde girl moved closer to him. "You're a sad, pathetic boy, aren't you? Yep. I can tell just by looking at you." She said as she circled around him, purposely swaying her wide hips as she walked. "You're not good enough for girls like us. We're above going out with dorks like you. Yet you can't help but feel the need to. My escort, an attractive woman in her twenties, handed me some brochures.“You’ll be starting this afternoon. Someone will come to your room to get you for the introductory session. Until then, feel free to walk around the grounds. We just ask that you not interact with or talk to any of the guests.”That was strange. I asked, “Why can’t I talk to anyone?”“Because we don’t want the treatment process revealed. All social interaction will be under the direction of your group counselor.”I.