“Yes Master!” I stated.“Now tell me who are you?” my Master asked.“I am your slut whore!” I responded.“And because you are my property y...u are to do as I command” he said, “is that understood?”“Yes Master” I said meekly. “There will be some friends stopping by this weekend and you are to behave and obey!” He announced. “This weekend is intended for me to explore various uses of my private slut whore,” He stated sternly.I was quiet. What was he saying? He has friends coming to join us? Did I. She didn’t come in with me but told me to go straight to Judith’s suite. I entered the sumptuous lobby, my heels clicking on the stone-flagged floor, found the lifts and went straight up. I rang the bell at her door and she called to me to come in. I entered the room and it was empty. I called out and she replied, ‘Lock the door then stay where you are.’ I locked it and stood, bag in hand, waiting for her. She came through the door and I am sure I gasped. She was wearing a long gown of black. No, I really mean it. You fit here completely. He said. That pissed me off. Of course if fits me, look at me! I thought. But Id bet that your bare skin would fit even better. Owen said looking at me the same way he did yesterday, when he was undressing my top, seeing me for the first time. I just kept quiet looking at him, knowing that my face was probably red as a tomato. Why dont you strip for me? He asked. God, no, I cant do that… I said brushing a lock of hair from my eyes and looking down.. . I'm as multi-orgasmic as all get out..." "Good. I'm really glad to hear you say that, Karen..." Fifteen minutes later, after her girlfriend had returned from one of thehouse's two communal bathrooms, Karen soft intoned, "Gabriella?" "Yes." "I just want to thank you." "For what?" "For encouraging me to do what I did tonight..." "Oh. In that case, you're most certainly welcome. "Now, while I know you're feeling all warm, fuzzy and self-satisfied rightnow, how about you be a good little.