“A worthless fucktoy in heat like me can dream Sir. I only exist to please my Master and if that’s what he desires for me then it would of course...be my honor to represent him here in these prestigious Cuntlympics.” She motioned to where six naked girls were lining up in a row. “Looks like the finals are about to begin Sir.”The competing slaves formed a veritable rainbow of diverse skin tones, breast sizes and heights. Heavy steel chains stretched taut from the thick anchor ring that dangled. However today was his birthday, and he should have been spending it at home with Sally, but due to lousy planning he had go to work. When Peter broke the news to her the previous evening, Sally was more than a bit peeved, she was fuming, especially since she had booked her day off weeks ago. Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, she was determined to get Peter to call in sick and was prepared to use every weapon in her armoury. Sitting across the aisle from Sally, a fellow passenger saw her. I wanted to feel happy and smile with true emotion once again like I once did with Sarah. Why Mary should feel happy, why should she be able to feel alive? My anger in me rose and I snatched Mary off the bed, breaking the head board were the ropes were tied and breaking her wrists. I truly hated her for being able to feel alive and in a fit of rage I punched in the ribs causing here to scream into the gag and more tears to flow. Her eyes fluttered as if she would black out from the pain. I. “Abby?” I hear from behind me. “Connor!” I throw my arms around him and give him a hug. Wow. He’s definitely gotten stronger since the last time I saw him. I take his whole 6’2” frame in. God I missed him. We decide to peruse the books while catching up. We end up spending hours just wandering around, talking and laughing. I’m so glad he reached out to me. Inevitably, the conversation turns to relationships and sex. Connor tells me that he just got out of a pretty serious relationship..