Even being twenty, I was still living with my parents before things had gone topsy-turvy. Angela, the lead enforcer assigned to my case, had come to o...ur house and given me orders to pack everything I could into a small box. I had only filled it about half way before she came in telling me my time was up. I still haven’t spoken with my parents since then.All married couples were given to a futa as house slaves, men were fuck toys and women were baby-makers. Mom had me at a young age, so she was. Add to that, and maybe it's becauseshe's so small now, she also felt much more nervous, like she had inboth encounters with Mel.Anyway, moving around the room she compared herself to many of theitems she had dealt with just this morning from her new perspective. Somany things were now well over her head, as Mitch, she had installedshelves high up to store some of her, um, his things and now shewouldn't be able to reach the items without a chair to climb up onto.Man that stuff is high she. I made sure to add how people called the school to demand they fire me. We all laughed when I told them how the school never hired or paid me. All I did was teach some classes while the school hired more teachers.“I didn’t like grading homework any more than you enjoy doing it,” I joked.One mom looked distraught when she came over to ask, “They fired you? I thought all the kids in your language classes loved you being their teacher. I know my daughters said you were the best gym teacher, and. ..saving them, Master. I will eat them later when I return to thepens," I said. He looked at me. He knew I was lying."Do you what happens to lying slaves, Leyli?" he asked. His hands sliddown to touch the whip on the floor."Yes, Master. They are beaten," I said, moving off the couch to kneelbefore him, my head down and palms up in submission."Did you eat the pastries that I sent for you?" he asked again, slowly,his fingers curling around the whip."No, Master," I replied. "The girls stole them.