Being with a woman was something I had missed, since... well, since before Michelle, really, at least before she got to be too much. And Stacey seemed...open and willing and... oh God, experienced." Experienced, how?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to hear the answer. Knowing so much of her history from Dr. Bergerud, I felt I had a pretty good idea."She's been at the club a long time," Heather said vaguely. "She knows what she's doing." Okay, fair enough," I answered. "But... what the hell. " Well ... We better get in gear. You got your outfit?" Of course."They showered separately, L ordering a sandwich platter to split while Marianne showered and Marianne signed for it, winking at the slim older man of Mexican extraction gazing raptly at her body dressed in a school girl uniform of short tartan skirt and white buttoned shirt tied under her breasts. L's uniform had a navy blue skirt, but they looked too sexy to fret over inconsistencies. While Marianne looked as if she might have. Sergio went out into the hall to corral the masses into their respective pens. I noticed the annoying chatter and movement sounds coming from the hall so I turned the television on to the channel that talks about all the wonderful amenities available on board but somehow forgetting to mention the prices. I was organizing my things when there was a knock on my door. Sergio was holding my bags. ‘I believe these are yours sir.’ He smiled. ‘Thanks, I got them.’ I said reaching for them. ‘Oh no. “You’re owned and my possession, my property, now.” He reached into the box and pulled out a leather collar. “Turn around.”I did, and he fastened the black leather collar around my neck. It had a large metal loop in the front, and I wondered what the significance of the loop was but decided against asking him. “You’ll wear this in the house, and outside when I deem it’s appropriate.”“Yes, Sir,” I responded.He reached into one of the bags and brought out another spool of chain, this time the.