..” I smirked. “You and Clarissa...”“You are SO bad!” Angie laughed. “I swear, Amelia and Janey really changed you! And nothing happened?�...�“Nothing happened. That’s not what I need right now.”“But you said if I took off my clothes...” Angie teased.“And I know you won’t do that. Which is exactly the disconnect which caused the problem between me and Janey. She was sure I would, from the teasing, and was angry when I told her I had no intention of doing it, which is why I was OK with the. It was probably already too depressed to record a further slight. Em’s dinner plans had fallen through. She had planned to take a client to dinner, but he had to go home instead. To wash his hair, or his socks, Em thought, sourly again. She checked the well-thumbed literature in the room. The restaurant took last orders at eight-thirty except on Fridays and Saturdays, when it remained open until the dangerous hour of ten o’clock. This was Thursday. The TV guide offered meagre fare and the. She was so shocked that she did not reacted; she simply moved her face from my eyes to her breast being squeezed by me. She opened her mouth and said ‘please, no’. I said, “Shut-up. You would do everything I ask you to do. Everything, every time. Anything, anytime. I might ask you to run naked from your office to your home in the evening time. The only option you have is to commit suicide.” God damn it she was shit scared. And for me I was enjoying that fear, pain, humiliation.Though,. "Because I am a slave, mistress," I attempted.She smiled. "Yes, of course, but really, why are you a slave?"I wondered what she expected me to say, what the right answer was. Was it because three men had broken into my apartment the night before and abducted me, a knife at my throat? Was it because I had been tricked into attending a club with Cristina? Or was it something deeper, more primordial, more unconscious? "I am a slave because I exist to serve and to please masters, mistress," I.