"Keep those in all night." I tell the gasping slut. "Now one more thing to wear for you. Stand up, arms behind back.". Jenny drops her skirt and stand... upright, hands crossed behind her rear and her breasts thrust out as she's been taught. I place her collar around her neck, standard one inch leather collar, three D-rings and a lock. A clicking sound lets her know she's been locked in it. She whimpers and I tousle her hair and turn her to face me. "I know you're scared slave, but you know you. You do need the security screen, but you cannot stop every threat unless you take the battle to the enemy. Once you identify the enemy. that is. The Conspiracy of Dreams survives only because there is no clearly identified foe to destroy. Ms. Tyson, the way to fight a Conspiracy of Dreams is to demonstrate the futility of those dreams. It's out of your hands, ma'am, but when President Proctor gives the order, it will be 'Cry Havoc! Loose the dogs of war!' The USR government will be uncertain. . Nymph did you say or did I misunderstand you?"Ayl'fair smiling sweetly said, "You heard correctly, I'm a Nymph. One of thirteen in the area but I've only been out of my tree for a very few days. My sister Dyl'fair, who was helped by her bonded human Roy, and his mother, released us." Okay, it's a joke right? You kids are pulling my leg right? So what's the real story?" Barbera asked.Harold sighed and said, "I thought it might be difficult to convince you, Ayl'fair would you regress to what. ”She flipped through the photos and a look of realization slowly spread across her face.“You’re actually serious,” she said, after flipping through the photos for a second time.“I am.”“How did I miss this?”I smiled, “When you took my sexual history, it was perfunctory. You asked how old I was the first time, whether I’d ever had an STI, whether I had any issues with gaining or maintaining an erection, or if there were any fertility issues. You covered the vasectomy when you asked about surgery..