She cannot brush her long blonde hair..................she towels it dry. The negligee is on the bed, floor length black artificial silk edged in red ...atin and it is tight across her shoulders but better than nothing. She pulls it around herself and opens the door on to the landing. The girl Melanie is kneeling by the door, her hands in her lap and her head bowed. She is wearing a sleeveless black silk shift dress with a mandarin collar and calf length skirt. She is silent. ? I need a brush for. " I prefer you were home," she insisted.Larry sighed. "Why?" Because I would rather have you lying in bed and listening to me than being in your car."She had a good point. "Ok. I should be home in about ten minutes. Do you promise me that you'll call me?" Hmmm yes of course," she promised."Ok but please call," Larry urged."I will. Hurry on home now," she teased and hung up.Larry closed his eyes for a moment and the smell of Pantene shampoo, soft scented perfume and sweet girly laugh came. As I lay there listening, Charlotte stirred in my arms, rolled over and slipped her tongue into my mouth and we kissed gently for a few minutes. Then she said, “She is such a noisy lover!” and we laughed.I took Charlotte’s hand and we climbed out of bed and walked softly to the door to the adjoining room and looked in. The unmistakeable slim body of Sylvie was spread-eagled on her back in the middle of the bed, with one of her favourite toys, a large vibrating butt plug, inserted in her rear.. Slut would not be allowed to say, write, or think the words "my body," rather it would be "Master's slut's body."Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever way He wants, with it. That last part "in whatever way He wants" was more that a little scary as it immediately brought up the question of ANAL. Slut had never had that type of intercourse and had no desire to every try. Master explained that it would be simply impossible to have a Master/sub.