"Put the chest down please Charles. My name is Alexander...sorry AlexandraSanna and this is my apprentice Genevieve, we will be taking care of youfrom...now on, you may call me mistress, ma'am or madam which ever one youare most comfortable with. What did you look like before you werechanged?" I say as he places the chest down with a loud thump, even withhis muscles it's clear the chest's weight was a serious strain for him."Small, weak and old...but wealthy. Never really had anyone in my lifeso. And because it was in public, with lords and ladies and the common folk watching them, watching her (and not even noticing whose elbows they rubbed; what person of proper breeding would allow such consorting?), she could not even kick her heels beneath her chair to alleviate the boredom, or shift in her seat to bring ease to her slowly-numbing legs. No, she must sit still and prim, a perfect lady in a dress built by a coffin-maker, while inside she wanted nothing more than to jump up and run. He moans in pain as she bites his lip as she pulls away from them and licks her lips with mischief in her eyes.She then works her way down his bare chest pulling on his chest hairs with her teeth till she meets his hard nipples, where again playfully bits them with her teeth cause him to moan loader. She looks up to his face and with an evil grin on her face continues down his body nibbling his tight flat stomach along the way.She reaches the top of his pants and slowly starts to caress his. She knows how important this day is. ‘Monica? Where are you?’ I call out. No response, only silence and a modest echo reverberates in my wooden home. It was a quaint building, surely. Not too terribly fancy, but it was customized to suit us rather nicely. Julia, my wife, had decided to do most of the decorating. I let her, of course. She had excellent taste, most of the time. Though the cat mittens went a tad too far, in my opinion. There was numerous stockings and small, colorful decorations.