‘What are you doing?’ she inquired, sounding less sad. She pulled her hand from his grip to wipe at her eyes. ‘Just admiring,’ he said with a ...mile. ‘Gray?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Let’s not fight about last night.’ ‘Ok.’ He decided not to pretend to be relieved. ‘What shall we do then?’ ‘Walk.’ She sat up, pushing Gray’s arm off of her shoulders with a playful nudge before standing. Then she held out her hand to him. ‘You realize that you’re letting me off the hook too easily?’ he said, getting up and taking. And I wanted to be more popular then my sister. And I thought I had found a way to do that but all I found a way to do was. . . to make myself a slut. I met a guy and wanted him as my boyfriend, because he was one of the most popular kids in my school. He was handsome and hot and well liked by everyone and he could have anyone as his girlfriend. I was so excited when I thought he liked me. But what I didn’t think about or want to admit to myself is what I was willing to do so he would like. They widen when you notice the item I pull from the trunk. You tremble as I step closer, lifting my hands to your neck. You swallow hard as I put the collar around your neck. You can feel how I pull the strap through the buckle. You close your eyes when I attach the padlock to the buckle."Do you want to be my slave for as long as I will stay here?" I ask you.You swallow a few times."Yes, Master. I will always be your slave. Whether you stay here or are away, Master."I nod and push the padlock. He was holding her tight and kissing her on her head while asking her what was wrong. With trembling lips she asked him how long was he going to be home as he had just arrived about 30 minutes before. He was attending Harvard Law School, just like his Father had. The family driver had just arrived from the Airport. She began telling him about the young black woman that had been hired for the Kitchen Staff Position and she saw her in the old Nannies room. He seemed shocked that someone from the.