She even went to the trouble of finding a mistress or masterfor them to serve. By the time their dominant was in their life, shesaid that they were un...toppably, inevitably, going to be a bimboslave for the rest of their life.The way she described the process was a real turn on. But I couldn'tquite get used to the idea of her controlling it, and of course, Iwanted some sort of proof that she really could take a regular girland make her a bimbo and a slave. We'd gotten into a habit ofspending. At 21 years of age I probably looked foolish peddling up to the doorway of her posh home dressed in a coat and tie on my bicycle, but it was my only means of transportation.The woman who answered the door was obviously the same one I had spoken to on the telephone, but she certainly didn't look like what I had expected from her voice. "Come in, you must be Edward, I am Mary Tatum."I guessed her to be in her late 30s to early 40s, tall and slender, quite attractive with a huge mane of black hair. With that Beth left on a slow walk around the club. Slowly sauntering past tables with groups men who looked at her and made crude suggestions and offers to join them. As she past the hostesses she gave them a good look up and down. Meanwhile the hostess sitting beside me, was telling what a sexy lady my wife was and how she could almost sense the horniness radiating from Beth and how she would love to spend some time with us outside of work and that she just knew that we would all have a. Mr. James! the boys ears perked up and his smile broadened. Yes, Mr. Carrot? the class laughed and Ed groaned to himself, keeping quiet and looking at the desk in front of him. All right, funny man, call me that again and you get lunch detention. Next time its In School Suspension for disrespect, and after that&hellip, Yes sir. It wont happen again. Good. Now that thats settled and youre marked tardy on my roll sheet, we can get down to business. The boy next to Ed let out a low, breathy laugh.