Paella is not risotto. Once you’ve added the stock, you just have to leave it alone. Let the rice absorb the liquid. But you like it, that’...s the main thing.’‘Oh, yes, I like it a lot,’ I said.‘Then I shall make some.’‘Perhaps I could get some wine,’ I suggested.‘If you would like to. Something pink perhaps. But don’t spend a lot of money.’I assured her that I wouldn’t.I had been really looking forward to spending some. “It’s fine! You’ll get used to not getting hard in that thing! …I hope.” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with colour at the thought of it and Carter couldn’t help but smirk.“You’re weird.”“You’re hot in that thing, all caged away from me…” She purred, running a hand down her curvy figure, tracing the skin under her ‘pop culture reference’ T-shirt before, without warning, she took his wrist, dragging him away.“H-hey where are we going?” He protested, following her barefoot with a weird step. The tattoo wouldn't wash off or wear off, it was as permanent as they could make such things and I'd have it until I was set free again."Now you're mine," Mr. Reiser smiled and I nodded, feeling nothing at all at his words, except perhaps a sense of relief that it was done. I was officially a slave, as my mother had been, and her mother before her.The place he'd brought me was an old plantation manor, or maybe a new building just made to look that way. It was located on the edge of the city. I would do anything for you. I know you would sweetheart and thats why youre my special little girl and no one will love you as much as I do, no matter what. Okay Daddy. I love you too. The next day I woke up at 9am and got out of bed almost the second I opened my eyes. I was so excited about today that I ran down stairs while still in my sheer lace baby doll pajamas that Daddy picked out for me. It felt really nice against my skin and Daddy was always admiring it. I ran down the stairs to find.