Before she left the room, she heard Jolene add something to her directions.“Take a slice of cake with you and cover yourself with it as you did when...you called Master that time. Then lay there and wait for your next task.”Jolene’s tone was so positive-sounding, Sarah walked quickly. Sarah was secretly hoping that it meant a visit alone from her master. As she entered the kitchen, she sliced the cake and placed a piece on the plate next to it. Then she ambled towards the garage and to her room,. It was a small building established far below the abbey, where food and other donations were left as offerings. It was also a place for the potential initiates to come and wait for possible selection, although the monastery's numbers were fixed and new members were only accepted when a brother passed on, or left the monastery. In the upper most section of the abbey was a large horn which when blown announced the need for new initiates. The horn could be heard for many miles, and the number of. To take a lot of pictures of myself but only for me. He wanted me to seduce myself, to enter the dressing room with a bundle of things to try on. He wanted me to slowly undress while I watched myself in the full length mirror. I admit the thought made me tingle thinking about it and I agreed to do it before I realized I had done so. There I was at my favorite Victoria's Secret, gathering up various things that I knew would look amazing on me but I could never share with anyone but my husband. My grandma had noticed this but she didn't sayanything, thankfully. Like a spy, moving as softly as possible toprevent any crackles from the bag's plastic, I returned with it to myroom, pleased that they hadn't noticed. I felt a lot easier with themnow safe within my room.I placed my tights within my sock drawer. As for my leotards, I found aspare hanger for each of them and proudly hanged them up in the middleof my closet, placing my wig upon the top shelf. Once they were all inplace, I took a.