A woman in a short skirt, roughly my age, cuffs my hands behind me. She pulls me by the leash off the stage to a back room, surrounded by mirrors on a...l sides. I know the room is mirrored so I can see my shame. So I can't forget what I am - a slave. I see myself, nude, collared and cuffed. I can't remember a time when I was anything but this.The woman pulls my leash. I know from being trained that I am to fall to my knees without argument. I think maybe she is my new owner, but then I realize. Beta tum dono celebrate karo main khana prepare karti hu me…Aunty aap bhi ho celibration me apko bhi baothna padega kyu ajay ajay …. Ha maa baitho aunty…. K beta aur aunty humre samne baith gain maine cold drink serve ki aur hum teeno ne cheers kiya aur pikar bate karne lage tabhi ajay bola “yar maa ko drink ke liye kaise manayenge” me…. Ruk main bat karta hu aur main aunty se bola “aunty aaj b’day hai aur aaj ke din aap mana nahi karogi agar kuch mange hum to” aunty…. Ha beta bolo kya chaiye. Roberts marched away. I thought she might actually want my company during the awards. When my co-workers learned of my fate every time I walked into a room someone would say, ‘Dead man walking.’ Roberta Roberts was in her early forties. She was tall, elegant, and graceful. She had been a model and most of her external beauty was intact. She was beautiful until you had to deal with her. I had researched her background when she became my boss and learned that she had married an oil executive and. “Sweetie it is not like I haven’t already seen them. I know you 'trophy wives' love showing off to us common folk. You go topless on the beach so why not in the hot tub? Besides I am topless.”I started to think I should argue, at least about enjoying showing off. However his beach argument deflated any comeback I had. However, without my husband here, I still was feeling a bit shy. This wasn’t laying on the beach, this was one on one with another man.The only thing I could come up with was,.