President." Susan chuckled."Alright, continue with your demonstration, Dr. Cowan." the President said, smugly.Jane smiled and touched the cube. The ro...m was filled with brilliant white light. The President and Secret Service agent gasped, covering their eyes."If you would care to call someone to take this away then it might be more comfortable for us all, Mr. President." Jane said, easily.The president reached out and touched something on his desk, an aide appeared seconds later. He came into. She knew that he was sexually active as part of his job, but she hoped that she would not have to share him here at their home. At least not on a permanent basis. If he brought home any new slaves, then she would make their life more miserable then they could imagine. Master Peter was hers, and she was First Slave.Over in Brooklyn, Kara and Slave Carol were just finishing their dinner. Kara, who had formerly been Peter, was trying to un-train Carol in a few small ways. But Carol had her own. Her bare clit’s flattened, roughly scrapped as she’s forced to painfully tiptoe. The men step back as Jodi faces precariously toward the podium, barely able to balance herself on her tiptoes with her wrists, elbows numbing, strapped painfully behind her back. The hooded man turns, the strap lowered, slowly steps toward her, smirks. Their eyes meet, Jodi’s filled with tears. He slowly, sinisterly lowers his eyes behind the narrow slits, stares momentarily toward her heaving. I asked my wife to wear the pant. For which the Liftman suggested that I go first, and she can wear the pant in the meantime.I agreed, without knowing, that, if I had to go first, my wife needs to be in the water, as there was no space for me to climb to the lift. Liftman asked my wife to go back in the water and wait for him to return. I suggested that why she needs to come back.You can take her up first and I will come in the next round, for which my wife said, “Its ok honey, I’m drenched.