"Hmmm. Where to begin? You are here to be trained as a slave. You were chosen due to your bossy, domineering attitude. Sluts like you make great slave... when they are broken. You are tied up, so that you can't escape. As for where you are, you are in a special place. You are in my Bondage House. It is where I keep all the whores who are being trained. I keep so many that my staff works full-time. I don't pay them, since work is its own reward here."The man has a sly smile come across his face. Something is going to have to give. I don’t know what it is yet, though.”“Is that your place to make it give, my Thane?”“I told you my family story. You tell me.” She had no answer for me. So we continued along the treeline, heading east now. Off to the north we could see some old ruins, and further off, across the river, a small keep. The terrain wasn’t too bad, with some grasses that I’d never seen before, and some patches of tundra cotton scattered about. After a bit, we found ourselves. Now, Pam and I began dating about two years ago, just a year after husband had met a tragic death in an auto accident. She is a beautiful tall woman, blonde hair, five-eight, slender, and if her late husband had left her nothing else, she had a wonderful set of breast from the marriage.As to Pam’s daughter, Piper, this one is a real bitch. Pam had said, “The problems began shortly after her father’s death; she was a daddy’s girl.” I simply proclaimed her like a bitch, and that was with a. He was just staring at my boobs in bra with cleavage, my waist and legs. I could see the bulge in his pants but his silence was giving me lot of confidence when mom came I changed my dress into a normal one.My dad came to know that the whole show is for him only from next day onwards I stopped wearing shirt in front of dad and used to go in front of him only in bra and skirt. This became a normal routine for me to go in front of dad in semi-nude condition. I used to wear different types of bra.