"Tea?" "Tthank you," I said with a slight smile. We didn't speak too much, mainly awkward silence as she prepared the tea, but when we drank we began ...ith the small talk. The usual "how's life?" followed by the "oh that's interesting." A simple back and forth that carried over, snow balling while we drank our tea into a discussion of marriage. By two in the morning we had talked for a full hour. Not ready to pack it in I invited her for a walk. I didn't want to lay on the couch until I was. Still to scare to talk, on my knees I feel his hands move along my body. He takes off my blindfold. His hand grabs my neck and holds my head to his face. “Open your eyes!” I do as he tells me. He stares into my eyes, and tells me “You are a naughty slut. You are here to serve me. You will address me as Master. You will do as I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you. Is this understood?”I nod my head up and down. “Speak up slut!”Sacred to talk, but scared not to, “Yes Master I understand,”. Some, he wrinkled his face to indissatisfaction, while others he seemed to express a visible interestin.Most of these were alluring and revealing garments that clung to hisskin.As he stared at his own reflection, this time wearing a silken red gownthat felt cool against his skin, Constance stepped up behind him andwrapped her arms around her childhood friend."Constance..." Brad now looked very nervous, as if a part of him werestill trying to fight the subliminal urges that had been forced on. .." Yes, yes dear, I know who it was. I must go to him."Sally's eyes prickled with tears as she saw her mother dressing in her best dress, applying a little powder to her cheeks from her old and treasured compact, a brush of pale lipstick, a hint of her father's favourite perfume to her throat and wrists."Mother, we must hurry - they said to come soon." Sally I must look nice for him. It's quite all right. He will wait for me. Please don't fret."Sally wondered at her mother. She knew and her.