"Of course, you did, slave."With shaky hands, he conscientiously erased the entire history, carefully erasing all traces on this conversation. As a pr...caution, he scheduled a random scrapping of various memory media by Alfred, something not noticeable since he did it every few weeks.Only then did he begin to clean his hand and shirt and get dressed again.When that was all done, he started laughing quietly to himself until he was laughing at the top of his lungs. It was so ironic that it was he. They would take you to that nice place with the padded walls and floor..." Okay, Slave!" Jeff exclaimed. "Off your ass and on your feet! We have a very important art museum board meeting. Now let's get with it, shall we?" Yes, sir, your honor, master, sir," Sue replied. Then she murmured in a dead-flat tone of voice, "Oh, boy. Another thrilling art museum. I can hardly wait."Her tone of voice was so flat that not even Jeff could keep a straight face. "Susan Andrews, if you wouldn't enjoy it so. When she next spoke, her voice was a lot calmer, "Okay Matt, I'm going to hold you to it. I'll pick you up at seven." The phone beeped as she hung up the phone. Thank god that was over. I pulled the covers off me and set about getting ready.Sarah was outside my door bang on 7pm. She seemend like a completely different person to the one I had spoken to on the phone earlier. She was back to her usual happy self. The drive to the venue was as good as any other that we would usually have, filled. Mom told my that my father didn't like being with men eather then I asked her why was he in control of men if he didn't like being with them.Mom told me that dad did them to show them that he was content with him self and in contrl from them around him.He could make any man or women cum on command.John looked at his mother like she was talking out of her mind, she went on to tell me about how my father had taken control of george and made him his cum slut.She went on to tell me that george was.