"When can I meet Master," Tawny asked as we lay naked in each others arms. It was only the fourth night after I seduced her."Do you think you're ready... I'm not going to order you to do that. It has to be voluntary. In any case, you'll still be my bitch." I'm ready," Tawny replied.-------Tawny was in slave position in the middle of my bedroom apartment, stripped naked with a hood over her head. I smiled in approval at Melanie's accomplishment. She was also stripped in slave position. I pulled. She was self-motivated, fiercely competitive and never did anything in a half-assed way. What I always appreciated about Melanie was even though she was smarter than just about everyone in the school, she never flaunted it. She didn’t gloat or look down on people. Our high school had all of the usual cliques: the jocks, the losers, the motorheads, the rednecks, the gangsta wannabes, the white-kids-who-wanted-to-be-black, the band geeks, the cheerleaders, the oreos, the dorks, the ‘alternative’. ” He just stood there and kind of shook his head. Mary began to laugh. Grinning she looked right at him, took a deep breath and said, “I did it just for you. I got up this morning, and chose my outfit, just for you. It's not what I wanted to wear, but I had to come to work, so this was the best I could do.” Now it was his turn to blush. “Really? For me?” “I hope it's okay. I mean I don't even really know you, but you come in every day, and you're so nice, and handsome, and I don't even know if. As the man continued to fall in love with this person, he realized that her complexity reminded him of a book. Not just any dime-store novel, that one could read in a night and then discard, but a rich, fully-developed epic, far more engaging than anything that he had ever read before, and he was considerably well-read. She was the kind of book that at times he could not put down for days on end, and at other times he needed to tear himself away to contemplate and digest what he had read before.