Does he own you?”Ayana answered, “The collar is a symbol of his ownership of me. Last week we were even more undisciplined than your twins. Our Ma...ter and Mistress have shown us a better way of living and we have never been this happy, ever. We will do anything they ask of us.”Clair approached, “Master, the architect and his partner are here. Should I take them to the office?”I said, “No my pet. Have them set up at the dining room table and we will be there in a few minutes.” Turning to Nicolas. Of course the more I struggle the tighter the noose seems to get aroundmy neck and I realise that I had better calm down despite the sexualtorture, otherwise the rope around my neck will tighten so much that Iwon?t be able to breath.I somehow manage to stop from wildly thrashing around in my restraints,as I soon realise this is only making my already precarious position muchworse. Both men stand back and seem to be enjoying my screams and moansas they push buttons and turn dials on the main. I know this was a brand new century, women had gained the right to vote, work outside the home, even earn more money than a man if they so chose. They could even run for political office! But that was them. I entered into the service as a submissive, with different goals and expectations. My duties were to make sure that my master’s wants and needs came first; if he chose to grant me small favors and gifts as I earned them then I should feel gratified that I was worthy of them. . It’s not like I hadn’t seen them before. I mean, I just hadn’t looked at them in that way, a sort of sexual way. For a moment I was shocked at my own thoughts but then my fascination with the pink soft skin of her breasts as I looked at it through her open blouse took over completely and I felt myself wanting to see more.Almost without thinking I found myself saying, "This would be more effective if I didn’t have to do it over your blouse." Okay," she said.I managed to get one hand inside the.