She was strong. She pushed me down to the floor and stoodover me. "Forced Womanhood, DDI, not your standard reading matter. You'rea submissive slut ju...t waiting to be told what to do. Well, just think of meas a gardener and you're low hanging fruit. I'm collecting you. You may notrealize it yet, but you belong to me." The quiet way she said it was frightening, yet thrilling. I was submissive,but found her physically disgusting. This was not what my fantasies were like. She bent over, so her. I continued to rattle thelock and push on the door with no success. Examining the small bathroomrevealed only one other exit, a painted-over window just above the sink. Using the handle of a toilet plunger I was able to force open the ancientwindow. My escape looked out upon a deserted alleyway littered withrefuse. Thinking my inappropriate footwear was still better thannothing; I slid the high-heeled pumps out the window and carefullystepped on the sink to crawl outside. Once I was free of. The men whoyou were supposed to meet with were called to Australia early to dealwith an immediate crisis." And?" My defenses had suddenly reappeared."I know this appears dreadful Mr. Pope. But please allow me to explain." Very well, Ms. Burns." I was feeling used."Thank you for your indulgence, Mr. Pope. In actuality, your meetingwith Mr. Thomas and Mr. Sweeny was merely a formality. Your contract hasalready been approved and signed by our Board of Directors. All it needsis your signature. I can tell if someone is on the up and up. The only time I ever fell for a chicken hawk, was early on. It turned out he was a kindly uncle type, an old fairy godfather who couldn't get it up anymore anyway from diabetes. I reminded him of himself when he was on the street, kicked out of home 'cause his daddy caught him sucking a buddys dick. He offered to suck mine, but I wouldn't let him. He fed me, let me use his shower, gave me some clean clothes he had there, (I wasn't the first boy he had.