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to do, wondering what he
was talking about. He had taught me so much, but nothing that
prepared me for this.
    We walked through the garage and came to an
unmarked door. Standing beside it were two very large men. They
were dressed in tuxedos, but instead of the regular tie, they had
black collars around their necks. They were slaves, too.
    As we approached the door, they came to
attention and talked in unison. “Good evening, Master Daniel. It
has been quite a while since we have seen you. It is good to see
you again.”
    “Good evening, John, Henry, . Oover two
years, actually. You are both looking well.”
    They thanked him in unison and one of them
opened the door. When we went inside, I was amazed at what I saw.
Though the outside was a non-descript warehouse, the inside was a
posh club—far nicer than the ones I’d visited in Seattle.
    There were dozens of people there. About half
were slaves in various stages of dress, or undress as the case may
be. Some wore evening wear, some wore lingerie, some were in
corsets, some were dressed in leather. A few were naked, like
me.
    I was watching my Master while trying to look
around me. Despite my earlier chagrin, I had started to feel a
little less embarrassed until I noticed that everyone seemed to be
watching us as we walked across the room. My Master nodded at
several other Masters as he went to the bar and sat on a stool. He
made a slight motion with his hand, and I knelt beside him, facing
the bar.
    “Turn around and face the room.”
    I rose, faced the room, and knelt again. I
felt my face flush as I assumed a perfect presentation position,
with my legs spread as they were supposed to be, my hands on the
top of my thighs, my breasts thrust out. I wanted to lower my head
in shame, but I kept it up, looking straight ahead as he had taught
me.
    My Master ordered a glass of wine and a large
glass of water. When the drinks came, he handed me the wine, not to
drink, but to hold for him. Staying in position, I cupped the glass
in my hands and looked up at him, ready for whenever he wanted it.
As we sat there, several people came up and talked to him. Most of
them looked me over, but I just guarded the glass, pretending as if
I didn’t see them looking.
    After he chatted with a couple more people,
another man walked up to him. He didn’t even start with casual
conversation. Instead, he stared at me openly. “So, this is the
one. Let me take a look at her.”
    Master motioned for me to stand, and I rose
to my feet, handing my Master his glass.
    “Very nice, Daniel., sShe will be fun to work
with.”
    Fun to work with? While I tried to
figure out what he meant by that, he reached out and pinched my
right nipple, then my left. I gasped. No one had ever touched me
like that but my Master, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. What
made it even more embarrassing was my body’s reaction. My nipples
had always been sensitive, and they became very hard and erect
right away.
    “I like her nipples, Dan., tThick and
crinkly.” He looked at them as if they were an expensive cut of
steak on the meat rack. “Nice and tasty.”
    I wanted to hide, but I stood there as my
Master had instructed, letting this stranger tweak my nipples and
fondle my breasts, none too gently. After a couple of minutes of
meaningless chat, the man told my Master we would be starting in
about fifteen minutes and then walked away.
    Starting? Starting what? Now he had
given me even more to worry about.
    Master handed me the glass of water. I took a
sip of it, but I really wasn’t thirsty.
    “Drink it all, Jess, you will need it.”
    Need it? Why will I need it? Every
comment made me even more worried now, but I didn’t want to bring
it to the forefront. I drank all the water and gave the glass back.
He ordered another drink and then led me to the left side of the
room where there was another door.
    We went through the door, and I stopped in
amazement at what I saw. It was a complete dungeon, a