Carol’s apartment was in the center of town, behind several storefronts lining the main street. She lived on the second floor of a two story buildi...g, which one accessed by walking up a flight of wood stairs to a long, outdoor, exposed corridor. Her apartment was almost in the middle of the building. In contrast to my apartment, hers was long and narrow, and easily a third of the cost. The entrance door was bordered on each side by a window. Just inside the door was a kitchen/living room. I sat down on the chair and faced her. She stared, still standing."Before we start, Nadia, I want to go over some things." I said. She nodded. "We haven't started yet, Nadia, talk freely."She smiled slightly. "OK." During this two hour session I will test your submissiveness and your obedience. You must obey my very demand without question, do you understand me?" Yes, Sir." was her response."I promise no permanent damage will come of you here.". I watched her eyes. No sign of backing out. “It’s not as good a likeness of him as it is of me, but it isn’t bad,” I commented, watching her face as I sat back down.She gasped softly, running her fingertips over her lips as she examined the image. “He looks ... he looks so much like Maric. You can’t even tell...”She trailed off, looking up at me curiously. “Why isn’t it as good a likeness of him?”I grinned. “Because he drew it. And he doesn’t see himself the way everyone else does. Still, it’s pretty close.”“He drew this?” She traced his. ”“No underwear, I suppose.”“Girls don’t wear much underwear around here except for special occasions. And then it’s usually the only thing you wear.”The young women laughed.Sarah departed. Jen put on makeup and the outfit Sarah set out. Everything fit wonderfully. She loved the way the knit top conformed to her small breasts and set them off. Her hard nipples poked out, but she just put it down to her new normal. She twirled before the mirror and was quickly reminded how exposed she was.