Drink to the fact that I came out ahead in the stock market. Else there would be another woman in this chair, and I would be down in the Dungeon, ...facing a grim fate." Recognition came to Jessica quickly, and she smiled as she sipped her Sherry. "You won, then, Mistress," surmised Jessica. "Yes, Jessica. Thank you for all your help. Dominants aren't gods, and when we forget that, horrible things can happen. A wonderful Dom, Mistress Erica, who I shall never forget, trained me in this. “What?” “You could end up getting abused, catch an STD, or end up addicted to drugs or something. If all you need is someone to absorb the heat for you. I’ll do it. You won’t have to come to these clubs anymore. You’ll have me. I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Brody,” she said. The way she said my name, I’ll never forget it. It was in disbelief, relief, and hope. “I swear I’ll take care of you.” She pushed me away then turned her back to me. He hands. Margie was there when we came in the back door to the kitchen."Katie, you slut! How could you, and in the stable at that?" a very upset Margie demanded on seeing us. I noticed that she was washing her hands as we entered, and the front of her dress was very wrinkled."Oh, Margie! You really need to let Mark have your bum. It was a truly religious experience," Katie told her sister."You always think getting well fucked is a religious experience," Margie finished with a little giggle. "So do I. It wasas though he was saving her for something. Then she found out what that was. He was going to sell her! She knew she wouldnot resist. It would make Him happy to sell her and it was His right. She wasHis property. When the day came for her sale, He paid special attention to her. He latheredher up in the shower and made slow sensuous love to her. He then shaved herbody completely to be sure it was baby smooth. He told her how happy she hadmade Him. What a good slave she was. Then He led her.