.then...calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" as...ked Lardo. "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held. I was looking in here for something for Dan,” she reasoned to Abby.“I see that necklace is now on sale. Do you think a boy would wear that kind of jewelry?” Abby pointed the necklace to the woman. “Mrs. Miller, do you think Brad would wear it for me?”“This necklace is the last one remaining. As a matter of fact, I just sold the other one...,” Karen motioned to the woman not to reveal anything. “Yes, I do think a boy would wear it. I just sold the other one to my niece, a present for her. I admired her late husband more and more. I wish I'd had the opportunity to meet the man but he was dead and Vanessa needed a new master. "Proclaim your slavery," I ordered."I am a slave," she declared without hesitation."Who is your master, slave?" Oh, God forgive me. You are my master. P-please, Master, don't treat Lela like this." Don't worry, Vanessa," I whispered. "Your daughter is nothing like you. If you continue to please me, I shall remain a gentleman with her." That was a lie, of. .Jacqui's senses were overwhelmed by the sheer variety of decadent mistress and slave variations, and she allowed Queenie to lead her by the hand to a small curtained cubicle at one side of the main floor area. Once in there Queenie started to take Jacqui's clothes off."What are you doing?" asked Jacqui."Preparing you for your punishment," came the uncompromising reply, "You were drunk last night and you were slutting round all the Doms in the bar. That's at least two punishments to come, and.