"Bitches," I said sternly. "Do you understand the collars?" They both nodded. "Then you need to be aware that Mistress Jan, here, wears the gold colla.... You will treat her with respect and honor her at all times. Her slightest wish is your command. Do you understand me?"They both nodded looking at Jan with awe. Jan sent them to clean up quickly. They both said, "Yes, Mistress," and waddled to the bathing room. We all sat down. They returned a few minutes later, clean though bruised from their. I tried to picture each of them in their workplace, prim and proper and no clue betrayed of what they got up to in private.Not long after this Lucy entered the room. She was wearing the red blouse and her black skirt and stockings, but she was evidently not now wearing a bra, and her modest orbs quivered and swayed deliciously under the shimmering satin. She sat next to Bill and joined in the trivial conversation.The situation was almost surreal. The four of us were talking about nothing in. Honest truth, and it's just supper for heaven's sake." Supper at the Orchid Inn isn't just supper." Okay, if you'd rather we could have ribs from Dreamland at my house, pizza somewhere awful or a hamburger in the car at Jack's." I'd love ribs. Every guy who wants to impress me takes me to the Orchid Inn." After a few seconds pause, "That didn't come out like I meant. We went to lunch at the Inn, and I know you go to the Inn often. It's not a big deal for you. I'm making this worse. Can I just. Well one day, I saw that there was a message for me, and on opening it, I was somewhat taken aback."Hi slut," the message began, "I can tell from your filthy and perverted mind, that you are my kind of dirty, fucking, whore."He went on to say, in the same crude and abusive language, how he enjoyed my stories, and he selected certain aspects to comment on.Far from being hurt or turned off by his manner of expressing himself, I found myself getting so excited, and I read his message several times.