Then, the collars. The potential of the collars, having men and women who had no choice but to obey her every whim, had somehow unlocked this needy pa...rt of herself. Seeing the non-mage chattel without the least power to control themselves, their wills broken, unable to resist her commands titillated her. It had started her down the path where her sexuality couldn’t be pushed back into the depths any longer. Something about the slaves being unable to form their own thoughts, completely dependent. " So it depended on if the guy was an ass man or a tit man," I suggested."Most go for the tits, Joe, but her ass was pretty nice, kind of like a model's ass, you know? Anyway, we liked teasing, but rarely went past that. Only when a guy got me hot did we go further." And the pilot made you hot." Yes. Tall and handsome and blond, a true teutonic gem, you know, like the ideal of the Nazi's. I guess it is sort of ironic that we met in Germany. Except he was sort of a Nazi." How so?" asked. The knowledgeof both languages did not surprise me. The easy ability to communicatedid, a little. I have used many interpreters over my years in the job,and few had the ability to involve me in the conversation such ashappened then.When they were finally ushered from the room, I commended him. But whenthe scarf was pulled from the head, I found myself confused again. Thehair that had been tucked in the shawl was revealed and included a massof soft curls on the sides and the back. This was. "Ouch!" Ninve squealed, her voice unmistakable with its whiny tone."Sorry, Ninve," I apologized, indicating recognition."Mark, it's okay. I just need to know if this is the mens' room," she worried."Yes, Ninve, it's the mens' room ... I'm not gonna sneak into the ladies' room, even in the dark. Though I don't suppose that it really matters, since I can't see anything just as you can't," I observed."That's a comforting thought, Mark. But you're right, so can I go ahead and use the mens' stalls?.