" Night night," Amy responded, and then hung up the phone. A sigh escaped her as she stood to straighten her nightshirt. She sadly shook her head and ...urned to her bed, silently cursing her bad luck.First, she'd found her high-school sweetheart of four years with some redheaded bimbo sucking his cock, and now she'd found the perfect man — who just happened to live all the way across the country.At only eighteen years old, she felt as though she was off to a very bad start in life.Her eyes. I caught myself thinking about the Rebecca, Amanda and Tricia. They were all women that I'd shared a bed with at some time, now hopelessly enslaved, physically abused, or mentally scarred. I supposed that I ought to have felt some guilt about their situation, although Amanda was the only one that I had been actually involved in kidnapping. Somehow it just seemed part of the day to day job now. I counted up the number of women I'd been involved in abducting. I made it 47. It sounded like a lot. She was dressed in a silk gown that stopped just above her knees. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra by the outline of her harden nipples. As she stood nervously in the doorway, Jason stood and walked over to her."Come to bed, princess." He held out his hand. Slowly she accepted it. The need in her body grew as he led her to the bed where Dustin laid against her pristine pillows.As they passed the light switch, Jason flipped it off, leaving the room darkened except for the glow of the. Every time I told him how I got my brains fucked out in my office I felt humiliated but also guilty that a mother shouldn’t tell her children how much of a pig she is.It was something I had to accept – I am a pig now. Master Joe knew that now and there was no going back to who I was before. There would be no secrets – if he asked then I would tell him. If he wanted to watch me then I would let him watch and hope it amused him.“You will also have to get out of this office during the day and walk.