"I wracked my brain for the answer. I began to panic. I knew I was a slave - that was now abundantly clear to me - but I knew it was not simply a matt...r of being abducted and raped the night before, of wearing a collar around my neck, of kneeling naked before my mistress. All these things felt unutterably right for me, but they were all simply consequences of my identity as a slave. A slave was simply what I was. It was not a matter of choice or historical explanation. It was part of my inmost. Besides, if Art spanked me at the club, I would have a hard time addressing him as anyone beside his real name if and when I started to cry. We got accepted into a club where hard spankings were common, unlike other clubs which limited spankings to being on the light side. The first thing we agreed with the club was to meet with another male led relationship couple. It wasn’t so much an interview, as an introduction so we would know each other upon arriving at the club. Pre-meetings stop. The mother smiled appreciatively at Glen while she took the moment of peace to read the National Inquisitor. After about twenty items, the kid said to Glen in a very solemn voice, “She’s kind of slow.”Glen laughed aloud as he glanced at the woman examining another of his items. At least she didn’t have her hearing aid turned up. He answered, “you’re so right.”For the next few items, they changed the bet. Glen bet that the woman would require at least fifteen attempts on one of the next five. I, along with two more friends decided to move out and take a flat. I didn’t inform this at home. I thought if my dad visits me, then I would be in hostel along with my friends there. Moreover, as it is a girls hostel, my dad was not allowed to enter. The day I moved out to flat, I felt that world is limitless and my enjoyment is also. Hanging out with friends, shopping in malls is not a far thing for me as I was from Hyderabad but the feel that I can be what I am and I can do what I want has.