Vivian and Sabrina had almost fallen into his lap and both had proven to be easy to break and train. He, of course, had had the necessary background c...ecks done on them, proving they were indeed orphans with no other relatives to provide complications. There had been the medical and psychological examinations proving them worthy of enslavement, then the weeks of breaking and training -- and now the piece de resistance, their showcasing at the Club this evening.Each put on her wrap and he. Charlotte, Emma’s closest friend, stretched her leg on the railing along the mirrored wall of the dance studio she taught her weekly class in. It had wooden floors, and the lights were low at the moment. Charlotte liked them set low so as to create a mood, she preferred that people enjoyed themselves while they were learning Salsa.Music and atmosphere were important to help her dancers get into the mood to move to the rhythms. Charlotte, a glamourous brunette in her late thirties, looked every. Across and through a door on the far end, there was the playroom Daddy had told her about, and shown pictures of. On the walls were toys and restraints, in the middle of the floor there were a couple of kinds of benches or tables with rings and straps attached, and in the corner, there was what looked like a small cell. "If you're a good little slut for me, I might help you out with getting some clothes. I'm sure we can work something out, heh heh. Time for you to get to work now, though."He. They wanted to come to my home but I insisted on their home. I reached their home. The husband picked me up from the metro station and took me to his house. On the way he was curious about the other couples I have met and was asking me to be soft to his wife. We reached home. She was dressed in a beautiful blue saree tied well below her naval. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse which was almost backless. We had some drinks and snacks and little chat. I was constantly telling her that she is so.