” Well, that right away threw out any idea that I would tell her about my having my first kiss. Hell, I had absolutely no idea what race Freddy was!...When you can not see, it is amazing how little that really matters.Now many times I could tell, by voice and the way people say things. I could often pick out a “black”accent or way of talking. Or “white”, “Hispanic”, and even a few others that I could detect an accent but did not know what group it belonged to. And since Freddy had a neutral. Her solution was to advertise inthe Village Voice for a "master" to take control of her personallife, but not her professional life. She wanted to be secretlydominated, but under her conditions, of course. About a week after placing the ad, she received a call at theoffice from a man who called himself "WHIP." She reluctantly tookthe call, to find that he was answering her ad. She was excited,but concerned about how he could call her at work when her ad onlylisted her home number. "Don't. I had tried to move into a position to get closer to Jose, who we decided to be called Gina for the obvious reasons. She was warming up to me, but I still felt that she only looked to me as a close friend. From what I had surmised, she didn't have any friends now. She had tried to tell one of her old friends but they went off on her. She had even had to make up a story about the disappearance of Jose. She told me the police had come over to look for Jose. His sister and the people at work. She moaned so hard that I had to tell her to lower her voice. I kept squeezing and then switch over to the right one, never neglect the boobies they say. I kept breathing into her hear as her body stiffened. “this is what you need slut, you need to be used like a no good whore, don’t you?” “yes sir” is all she could muster. I instructed her to stand up, she instinctively did and put her hands behind her. I stood in front of her, in her personal space, first pinching her nipples while she stared.