.. which might be slightly more fun and definitely less humiliating. But I suppose I will just be kept locked away in my cell when I am not wanted.As ... move around the kitchen, I can feel my collar beginning to prick me as a warning to keep in bounds whenever I approach one of the kitchen doors.The whole cleaning exercise takes a couple of hours and when I'm done Andrei takes me off to the gym for a weights workout. This is one part of my incarceration I really enjoy. I have become addicted to. "Why did you return, slave?" I asked. Why did I add the 'slave', now? She flinched."I am your slave?" Her voice was incredulous."Yes," I breathed deeply."Who are you?" She uttered the words in staccato, putting stress on the middle word of the sentence. "Where do you come from?"I hesitated. Feeling an urgent need to control the situation, I shook my head. No... "Why did you return?" Look, You want to own me, and control my life? For real?"I paused. To control every aspect of her life. What she. “What’s she drinking Mac?”“Vodka and Peppermint,” he replies, “fucking strange combination if you ask me,” he adds.Grant lets out a brief and almost inaudible laugh, followed by a smack of his lips as the alcohol bites into a cut at the edge of his mouth.“Everyone and everything is fucking strange in these parts, Mac.”Mac nods his head in agreement.“Another whisky, please?” Grant hands Mac the empty glass. “Get the blondie one too.”Mac returns the filled glass to Grant and returns to place the. "Please continue" Grace urged.This is the story that I told the ladies...My mum sent me over to Ava's place - she was having a problem with her spa pool and they hoped that I could fix it without them needing to call out a service guy.When I got there Ava greeted me at the door wearing a floor length robe. Her hair was wet indicating that she had just had a shower.She showed me to the spa and left me to look at it.I checked all the connections and the controls and could not find any problems.I.