For everyone else, they had been, and remained, a nightmare. But if Rogue could get her hands on one, it would be a dream come true. And she knew just...where one might be: in the mansion's labratory waiting for b**st to discover its secrets. She slipped out of her room and down the halls in minutes, bubbling over with a sense of purpose. If that collar was there, she was going to make it hers, no matter what she had to do. As it turned out, she had to do next to nothing as there was nobody. Through her dress, her career and her friends shehad become an assertive, confident, even aggressivewoman, and she had begun planning a way to turn thetables on me. Earlier that week she had bluntlystated that the bondage games were at an end unlessI consented to spend some time in the restraints.Looking into her large, green eyes I could tell shewas dead serious about this.I came home from golfing one day, tired and hungry,I was expecting to have a meal and to go anotherround about switching. It wasn't simply that she had a bad hand, it was that shehad no cards at all. She always thought that this submission - heragreement that "they" were better then her and that as her punishmentshe would quietly resign herself to home and husband, was what theywanted. And if she gave it, not just gave it but whole heartily agreedwith it as she did now, than all this horror - the "game" - would goaway. Mike, and the last of his resistance, behind her Missy would goforward a new born woman, a. The lady had died and the state had taken me back. Her breast was brushing my shoulder as she supported me. I matched my voice to hers.'I don't know what's happening, ma'am, nor who you are, unless you're the owner of this here land: if that's you, then you're Mrs. Salvaterra. Hell, I'm no thief. I just wanna make you rich.' The pillows were arranged to her satisfaction and she stood up, looking at me curiously.'My name's Ayesha, and you better not laugh. Whaddya mean rich? Like metal rich?'.
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