" Thanks, honey," Mike replied, heading back for the phone. "I really appreciate it."Mike had Mark back on the line in a minute. "Let's do it," he sai...."All right," Mark said. "Don't hook the dogs up, yet. When you get yourself ready to go, come up and help me get the dog box in the truck. Then, we can pick your stuff up on the way out."It took a while. Mike had kept his winter camping gear pretty well together, but it took time to gather it up, get dressed, and carry it out to the sled in the. A heavy leather collar was then fastened around my neck & I knew it would not be removed until my Mistress released me from her service. I was lead into a basement, placed into a small metal cage and the lights turned off; I was now alone with my own thoughts for company as to what she had planned for me. I have no idea how long I was in the cage but my mistress returned, and tuning on the lights I could see that she had changed into a tight latex catsuit, with thigh high boots, still with a. So anyway, I got out of the shower and toweled off my hairand turned to look at myself in the mirror and HOLY SHIT! I wasn't alight blond anymore, I was a platinum blond! And on top of that my hairwasn't wavy anymore it was curly - like, really, really, really curly. Ihad this mass of tight curls - maybe 3" or 4" thick that framed my faceand fell down to several inches below the top of my shoulders. Chris'jaw just dropped as I came out into the living area and she saw my hair."Jesus! I guess. Bill turned and walked back downstairs. He walked into the Master Suite and looked around. He would sleep there from now on. He would live downstairs entirely. There was a large country kitchen, dining room, a large living room the master bedroom and two bathrooms downstairs as well as a large laundry room that doubled as pantry and utility room.Bill walked out of the house through the kitchen. The back yard was in worse shape than was the front. One of the trees had lost several limbs at some.