The gown is for you for Saturday. I look forward to seeing you again at Le Chateau Club.The gown was a slinky halter gown that was completely backless...and had a front v-neck opening that went to the belly button. Obviously it could not be worn with a bra. The outfit would be perfect for the annual day after Valentine’s party at Le Chateau Club. A legendary annual party that I hoped to take Gwen to as my date.I walked into her room after school as she was looking at the gown. I said, “Wow, that. I know from being trained that I am to fall to my knees without argument. I think maybe she is my new owner, but then I realize she is wearing a collar as well. She must be a slave, but a higher ranking one than me. Still, I know my place. I hit the ground and I spread my legs, wide as they can go."A slave must always be spread for her owner," my trainer taught me. "Her valuable parts must always be accessible. Her owner must be able to get to them. Whenever you can, slut, keep those legs. ”I chuckled and opened my eyes and found Char’s eyes, then said, “I have a comment and a question for you. The comment is that you should have seen Civia when we first met her. She was very little like the Civia of now, all happy, outgoing, and funny. My question was ... Actually, I have two ... maybe three questions, so we might want to consider those in the kitchen.”We repaired to the kitchen and decided on hashed browns and cheesy scrambled eggs. We introduced Char to our new favorite eggs. “Who were you talking about?” Jenna pondered.Then I surprised both of us, by kissing her softly. It lasted just for a few seconds, just enough to really get the message across to her.“Me,” I replied.She was desperate. We just began making out passionately for a couple minutes, but she eventually broke the kiss.“We have to stop this. I can't start a relationship like this with you, Mike, you mean too much to me,” Jenna made clear.“Okay, I just want you to feel better by being with someone that.