...I quietly said with all the feeling I could ...“YES MASTER” From that very instant we both knew a new era was dawning, our relationship was ...ow to be on a very different footing, we both knew things had changed I was his body and soul, his slave, his slut, his sexual object, his slag. We both knew I would do anything he now desired and so we talked for a good hour, at least he talked and I agreed to whatever he said, we knew the door was open. We both understood there would be no love. She knew the possibility was remote. They were walking on little more than game trails, and they had come miles down dirt roads to get here. They were in the backwoods. She cursed herself for agreeing to this; her only consolation the unworthy one that the friend who talked her into it was suffering far more than she. When these so-called slavers were done with them they would talk to Dr. Wilkerson, oh yes, and let her and the college know in no uncertain terms what had gone on. Amie. We all met in the gym to get the procedure under way. The doctor had each girl bring her folder to the nurse's office so he could check their vitals. Breathing, heart rate, temperature and chest sounds. One by one he would then send them back to the gym. As they arrived I had each of them do three laps of the gym and then launch into some calisthenics on the mats. Let me tell you these girls were very dedicated to the task at hand and did every one of the exercises without any complaints. As I. ” She starts crying. Patting her on the shoulder, I say, “Cheer up, any man who would do what he did is not worth it. I am sure you can find a new date.” Sniffling, “I do not think so. The only guys, I know without a date or not going stag, are under classmen. My mother suggested I take my cousin. That is so sick though.” Looking Brandi over and thinking she is not so bad, I smile. “Hear me out before you say no. How about I take you to your Prom? Now, I'm three years older than you and you.