So it'll just be you and my little brother Tyler." Yeah I've been over to your house remember? I like Tyler he's a goodkid," said Steve.Tracy rolled ...er eyes. "He's a troll. It helps that we've been friendsat least we know a little about each other."Steve nodded. "Once you get to my house, you can just tell my Mom thatyou've got lots of homework, and head straight to my room. My Mom willleave you alone until dinner. But you'll have to eat with the family,my Dad is big on that, just eat. She was a professional dominatrix. This was herhouse. Sandra had already been shown the whips and other equipment in the adjoiningroom. She had visited two evenings earlier. Anne had shown her around the house,with Kath present too. That evening had seemed most exciting and exotic atthe time; Sandra had watched, fascinated, at the open way that the two womenbossed around their partners; she remembered the sight of their two men washingand drying dishes in the kitchen, speaking softly to each. He was on his back rubbing the wound his Army buddies inflicted upon him."Move in with you?" Rick asked, wanting clarification."Move in with me!" she repeated, cupping his balls in her soft hand."Joyce, why would you want me to move in with you? I live only five miles from here. Wouldn't I be in your way? Being under your feet." Move in with me!" she sounded like a broken record. She spoke as if she were citing a mantra of some kind."I asked why. I mean the novelty would be great at first but. ?I’ve already removed your hair forever. Now let’s make some more changes to my slave flesh. And remember this boy. All of these changes I now make are just for my amusement. Most of them are unnecessary. They serve no purpose. I just do them for my own satisfaction. The satisfaction of knowing that I can do it. The satisfaction of knowing you will see them and feel them every day of your miserable existence and they will remind you of what you are. A lowly naked animal without choice..