I want to begin my training but I don’t know what all these presents are for.”“OK darling. You’re Daddy will instruct you. First, pick up the ...ollar. Do you know what a collar symbolizes?”Daisy thought for awhile about what she had learned on the internet. “Ownership Daddy?”“Yes, little slut. You now have a Daddy who owns you and cares about you and will always look after you. I want you to get on your knees in front of the cam and put on the collar. I want you to wear it whenever you’re alone. That's enough of that. Better answer the saddo's letter and earn my fifty quid. Dear Ms ButterfuckGosh, aren't you an insufferable smug saucepot! Coming here and crowing about your conquests and your overripe cushiony funbags. You do realise that some of us have to 'make-do' with children's party-sized funbags and can only dream about the hamper-like pleasure assortment you've sprouted. Do you have no modesty? Do you really need to parade your slatternly ways for all the world to drool and. Steve remained on the couch he'd been siting on while he waited, but Lauren made no move to sit, or to comment on his lack of an invitation to do so.Steve stared at Lauren, testing her, and she grew steadily more nervous. He finally stood, and walked up to her. "I'm told you're trying to turn your girlfriends into slaves. Is that an accurate statement?"Lauren started when Steve said slave, and licked her lips, apparently unaware she'd done so. "Y-yes," she stammered.Steve realized he'd been. I've had a happy, full life. And everyso often, I'll see a former student of mine who will tell me how much sheenjoyed my teaching, or how I helped her find her way in life. You neverknow dear." I guess," I said in agreement, adding quickly. "You seem very happy,Emily, and right now you're the best friend I have in this town."By then the pies were done and we removed them from the oven, the smellof cooked crust wafting through the carpeting and ancient woodwork of her100-year-old house. .