The chains were long enough, so I could lay on my back. Very comfortable for a bitch slave such as I.Today was wed, that meant sensitivity training.Ma...ter turned on an audio tape that played softly. The phrases were meant to make us better slaves, by making us more sensitive."You are Master's slave", went the tape, "He owns you body and soul"I smiled. I like to be owned. It makes me feel so good."You are Master's slave", I heard again, "He owns you body and soul"Yes, I thought, he owns me. I. I was fascinated by a drop of sweat that ran down his chest and stomach and landed at the top of the waistband of the sweatpants. "I guess I should get going," he said while starting to get up."It's alright," I said, "You're just a boy. I totally get it." What the fuck are you talking about," Ryan said while taking an ice cube from the pitcher I had on the coffee table and ran it down his chest."I just mean that you claim to be so skilled and you're not even up for one more round," I said."Want. ’ Came the dutiful reply. It would be nearly a month before Leif was healed enough for his tattoo. And in the meantime, he had taken comfort in his surroundings. While strict and demanding of the Order, Sir Glen did allow them quite a bit of leverage. Within six months, the first bit of mischief seemed to find the epicenter around Leif. In preparation for one of Sir Glen’s yearly showings, every servant and companion in the conclave was busy preparing the halls and dungeons for the guests,. I can handle a bunch of hookers!’ He chided back. Gina smiled and giggled as Jess came back. Jack got out of the car and popped the trunk. He pulled the six bags out and put them into the storage unit. Jess closed it and locked it back while Jack got into the car. She climbed back into the backseat, a smile on her face. Jack put the car in motion and drove per Jess’s direction to the second apartment. Jack drove past the building and saw the first guard. He looked big and tough. He might be a.