This type of thing only happened to other guys. Not me. Still, it looked good, so I followed up. ‘Are you inviting me to fuck you?’ I asked. She c...cked her head and gave me a bemused look. ‘Do me a favor,’ she said. ‘Please don’t exacerbate the negative feelings that everybody already has about you intellectually challenged football players. Or to put it another way: don’t be a stupid asshole. I just want you to know, up front, where I’m coming from.’ She sipped at her margarita. ‘What I’m. So I can't forget what I am - a slave. I see myself, nude, collared and cuffed. I can't remember a time when I was anything but this.The woman pulls my leash. I know from being trained that I am to fall to my knees without argument. I think maybe she is my new owner, but then I realize she is wearing a collar as well. She must be a slave, but a higher ranking one than me. Still, I know my place. I hit the ground and I spread my legs, wide as they can go."A slave must always be spread for. He wasn't used to seeing Makro as a fawning, almost simpering arm fob; and after only an hour or two he began to miss his overbearing, bossy and belligerent older sister. It kind of surprised him.Even so when he looked in her eyes he knew he couldn't say anything about it; it would hurt her and he would rather have his right arm cut off than hurt her, so he sucked it up and said nothing hoping that she would return to normal soon.His unease must have leaked through the salidin's bond to the. On the way back, we both confessed that we loved each other’s company, and we should go out more often. I took her to her house and was a little disappointed, to be honest, as I didn’t want her to leave. I pulled up in front of her building.Me: Alright, here you are. It was a great day. Thanks for coming.Symphony: Thank you actually, I didn’t know that you were such an amazing person. I had a great time.Me: Honestly, I am surprised that we could talk about everything and anything. I don’t.