R.W.I.C.H"The text back made me laugh, just a simple "???" My one word reply just kept the ball rolling "Google"Exactly 15 minutes later I walk throug... the door, she's stood waiting for me, hands me my glass of wine, I take the glass in one hand, with the other I pull her towards me, arm around her waist our lips meeting, my free hand roaming to see if I'd been obeyed. "Good girl" I purr in her ear, her smile and meekly said "Thank you" we're all I needed With one deft movement I sit and pull. The money collected by the surcharge was to be shared by songwriters and composers. It was supposed to be in compensation for possible piracy -- downloaded sound files and bootlegged CDs. That was the idea. In practice, all the money was being gobbled up by the big publishers and record companies. Nothing was going to the people who'd actually created and marketed the music. The retailers were getting screwed because people were buying fewer blank CDs and tapes, and the creators were getting. Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He probably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract. . back in the twenties, I mean.”“How did you ever find a place like this?” Jake asked, completely awed by the primitive and violent décor.“Well, the owner invited me and my boyfriend up here,” Béla replied, wondering just how much she should tell him. “There was some kind of special movie they were going to make, and my boyfriend was, like, the ... um, contractor. It was his job to make sure his ... client got what he was paying for.”“A special movie for ... What?” Jake surmised. “A training.