" If anyone hears this, I may have to hide from my people."My mouth must have dropped open."I prefer whisky to Sake. There, I've confessed, now my lif... is inyour hands."I stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing."Fuck Aki, you had me going there."He grinned. "It's good whisky, no?" It's fantastic. I tried Thai whisky, and I nearly spat it out again,but this is wonderful."I raised my glass and sipped again, watching Aki over the top of myglass. He smiled at me and I thought it. Mr. Chambers leaned on the door jam and watched Tracey walk down the hall in a quiet satisfaction.Over the next two weeks Tracey went hard to work in putting together the presentation slides that she would use at the rollout meeting to explain how the company could use social media to promote the new waterslide.Later that week while Tracey was working with Mr. Chamber’s assistant Emily when she saw the email about the rollout:?We are doing the advertising rollout and presentation at the. It was about 9 p.m. and Sharon asked to be excused as she needed to have a bath and get ready for work the next day. Jen said she’d head off home, but Sharon told her not to worry “Stay and chat with Ricky, I won’t be long.”Sharon disappeared off, and once we heard the bath taps stop, Jen and I were all over each other, kissing and groping each other. She quickly had my cock out and she told me she wanted to finish the evening with a mouthful of my cum. I had awakened a sexual monster! My wife. Yes, in that way I am a slave to my callers. It’s a living.And the creepy part of it – you might not actually be all that interested in my various perversions, but you play along anyway, because you have to.It's not creepy. It makes me happy to hear my callers happy.You choose to be a slave. Even if it’s hard sometimes.I love being a sex slave. You can buy me and own me. Like a commodity.You’d be sold, at some kind of slave-girl store. Or at public auction. Like you see in stories about slavery.