I took off my clothes and neatly folded them and put them on the chair by the door. A heavy leather collar was then fastened around my neck & I knew i... would not be removed until my Mistress released me from her service. I was lead into a basement, placed into a small metal cage and the lights turned off; I was now alone with my own thoughts for company as to what she had planned for me. I have no idea how long I was in the cage but my mistress returned, and tuning on the lights I could see. C-Man rubbed a finger over the knife scar on his right rib cage remembering just how bad they could be.The biggest man present looked up from the slut nibbling on his left nipple ring to greet the three, "Hoi Big Man, how's it hanging?"C-Man returned, "Hoi Ger. Angus. Blue." He ignored the slut Sally when she wouldn't look up from Geronimo's hairy chest."What can we do for ya' Big Man?" 'Big Man' was Geronimo's pet name for C-Man, sometimes he hated and sometimes he felt immense pride in. After several moments of thought, she remembered that there were some old books in the attic that she had not yet read. According to her parents, there were things up there that were several years old, if not possibly decades or even centuries. There were heirlooms and trinkets that stretched back centuries that could keep her fully occupied.Now invigorated for the thrill of an adventure, albeit a small one, she slowly opened the door of her bedroom and peeked outside. She had to make sure the. At one point on their tiring journey through the corridor, Terry paused. Several individual sculpted elephants, tinged in a subtle gold, intermittently appeared in the frieze. The yellow elephant again? He recalled the first meeting with the strange woman in the parking lot."Terry," Brent whined, "let's go. Please. I can't stand here waiting. We gotta go."Brent's voice disappeared into a whispering echo, and the pair resumed their laborious pace. After an indeterminate time, with Terry.