Rita was outside in a khaki short skirt and matching vest. Bra less with white cotton panties. Alerted by Ken, she was bent over showing the lower ed...e of her panties when he ran by. Ken saw him take a quick look as he passed by. Rita shouted “hey”, he stopped and ran back. They chatted for a minute, she offered him water and called for Ken to bring it out. They talked and found out he was triathlon training. Telling him that he had a few miles left to cover but he would return to take their. How about I take you for a spin someday soon?” Her cheeks flushed slightly. Perhaps it was the wine, or the feel of the sexy underwear hugging her body, maybe it was just being in his attractive, friendly company, but her mind had twisted his words into an innuendo. He registered her reaction and smiled when he realised what he’d said. “I could take you for a drive out on the high roads. There are some great views from the top and some brilliantly winding roads on the way back to town.” “Yes.. The first rule a slave has to learnis that he is here to obey, not to question. You have no need toknow more, no need to think, no need to do anything other than obey -simple obedience to your owner's orders, complete and absolutesubservience to his will, is all that is required of you. So...Shut the fuck up, slave boy!"It was awful being refereed to like this. I wasn't a slave, and Iwasn't a boy! I was a mature man, capable of living my own life,making my own decisions. Yet here I was being. Everybody calls me Dot. Brian and I are sophomores at a Catholic college in the city. He came from out of state on a scholarship, but I commuted from home, like almost everybody else on campus. Brian and I had already had the conversation about me moving to the dorms. We had already had every conversation I could think of, even though we'd only known each other since the middle of our freshman year, and we hadn't seen each other all summer.Brian tugged at the condom, which slid off his dick.