He handed her a pen. She signed the copy she was holding and, when he’d handed her the other, that one. She noticed that he’d already signed the c...py he’d been holding. Last, he signed the copy she’d read first.“Now,” he asked, “do you have any questions?”“‘Jonathan?’ not ‘Master’?” That was strange. Every dominant man was called ‘Master.’“‘Master’ is a bit much. Play acting. Besides, somebody in earshot won’t get suspicions about your calling me ‘Jonathan.’ Anyway, it’s my choice; and you’ve. Since then she'd become the office slut by day and collared slave by night.He remembered her look the time Margaret and he'd both attended the same party. Margaret was leading a very nude Samantha around on a leash. Stone just commented to Samantha that he was glad she'd found her place in the world. Samantha was crushed at first but, feeling the caresses of her mistress, had settled complacently at her mistress's feet.Stone realized then that his techniques did work, but some refinements and. Sam entered her room and I followed. Sam had on a simple house dress, she undid the buttons and I was stunned as her skin started to show, then she shrugged off her cotton house dress and stood there in a pair of panties. Sam is slim, athletic like a runner and has large breasts for a slender woman, I knew from looking at her bra in the laundry she wore a full B bra. Sam had her strawberry blond hair up in a bun and she pulled it down and it fell free. Her hair and freckles were lovely and her. Her palms were pressed together, in prayer, lodged in between her luscious and full breasts. Her eyes stared at me in awe and worship, and her mouth was framed in a seductive smile. My eyes openly scanned her amazing body, which had been completely naked ever since she had finished her fast and furious blowjob near the entrance way. I did have her put on her stiletto sandals when she was fetching the scotch that I was now sipping, and she kept them on during my prolonged foot massage, but I.