I had been trained at the Richmond Slendabond facility to obey orders from anyone placed in a position of authority over me. While I still had a will ...o disobey any ability to disobey had been systematically trained out of me. Escape was impossible due to some device they had implanted in my neck. I had no standing to appeal to any court concerning my status as a slave. Disobedience was pointless since, if I were slow to obey, they would just take over my body in some mysterious way and cause. The huge gateway opened, letting them all storm out into a virtualspace-aged version of New York City, complete with flying cars andplenty of things to shoot.*****At home early Monday morning, Scott packed his laptop for work. Hesearched across a strewn mess of clothes covering his floor. Standingthere naked, eating burnt toast; he wished he had done laundry insteadof VRing all weekend."Useless," he said picking up a sock stretched out of whack. His pantshad to be somewhere near his boxers,. "By the way, you needto buy that purple number, it's incredible on you."A week went by, I sent an email to the gentleman, that dinner would belovely, some nice place preferably low lighting with good food and goodwine...Arrangements made, I found myself standing in the cool of the eveningwaiting to be picked up, my instructions were to be ready and be mindfulof a black BMW arriving on my street at 830pm.I did choose the purple cocktail outfit as you might have considered,fit me like a glove,. "May I see one?" She smiles. "Maybe sometime. You'll have to ask her." It's all I can do to keep my hand from touching my panties. I sip my tea and cross my legs. I look at her, see the amusement dancing in her eyes. "Are you ready to pose?" Sheepish grin. "I don't think it will get easier if I wait." I set the cup down, rise, and fumble with the top button of my blouse. She also rises, takes my hands in hers, lifts one to kiss the fingertips one at a time. Leans in to unfasten the buttons..