“Who are you?” I ask.“Slave G21, Madame. Oh! … Sorry. Lady,” says the slave when she notices my necklace.“How long have you been in this c...ll?”“I don’t know, Lady. Three or four days, perhaps. I’ve lost track of the time in the dark.”“Who is your mistress and why has she locked you in here?”“Mistress Penelope, Lady. I’m being punished for disobedience.”“I’m new here so I don’t know any of the members yet. Do you need me to find your mistress?”“That isn’t necessary, Lady. My mistress will come. " I couldn't get any of my work do today," I told her."Well..." she said, "I guess you will have to go to time out when you get home, huh?" Yes I guess so." I'll Be there too," she said, "It wasn't nice of me to distract you from your work."We got into our cars and drove off, our conversation continued through text and was the same sexual conversation.I got home and went to the basement to watch TV as my fiancée was up stairs doing some work for her job. Kelly and I continued to talk then I got. 
"Not a problem, detective. It's just there's a long way to get there." We're not interest in long ways. We are interested in answers." That's the problem. The answer only comes with an explanation. Just let me talk. Let's see where it goes. If it doesn't go where you want it, then I'll shut up. I mean completely. You got nothing on me here. I can go when I please."Everyone paused. City detectives looked at the Fed, as enigmatic as he had been throughout. The detectives looked at the glass. No thank you. You're my parents, and I suppose you could force me to go. But you're intelligent people, for adults, and you know it would not turn out the way you wish it would. Or the way the school people wish it would. Excuse me." With that, I stood up and headed upstairs for a quick shower.EMILYWhen I arrived at Art Materials, my heart sank. The table, camera, and screen might be ambiguous, but the lounger next to the table could only mean one thing: live casting model. All things.