Then there are Mistresses of whom I am one. Then come the craftswomen, who are free but who make their money through toil and craft. And finally there...are the slaves, young women trained to serve the noblewomen and the Mistresses. The world may frown upon us but it is a system that works and has worked for a few hundred years. My role in this society is one of slave trainer and I like to think that I have a good reputation. I take ‘fresh to the market’ young girls and turn them into obedient. We had a comfortable rest area and one Christmas I saw two women go there, obviously a bit drunk. I followed at a distance and when they’d gone in managed to spy on them through a window. The picture says it all, one had all but passed out and the other was either a lesbian or curious. When she’d all but passed out on the settee she tentatively stroked her thigh – no response. She plucked up courage and went further, feeling her tits and then lifting her skirt so that she could have a peek up. ’ i said laughing, ‘it happens to us all dear.’ she pointed out her house to me, it was not in that bad a shape, still it was obvious that the family was not well-off to do in terms of money. I brought the car to a standstill in front of her house. She climbed out and said, ‘well prakash you can come in. Whatever my financial crisis, i can at least offer you some coffee. And i make it nice.’ i said, ‘some other time dear. I will surely visit you now that we are friends. But today i am a bit. And i offered her to open the gate for her and opened the gate as she drove the car in her compound. Since it was raining i had to stand near her gate for shelter. She parked the car and looked at me almost standing in the rain and called me near the door. I wentRani: hey come inside the house, its raining heavily.Me: no its k i can go home. Its very near.Rani: come yar i wil make some coffee for u.And i accepted her invitation and went in. Obviously her home was really huge and luxurious.Man i.