I've always wished she credited me more; although I had gone out and married a successful man shortly after graduation, that man is a professor of Gen...der and Minority Studies in this very department, after all. And sure, ever since our marriage, I haven't worked outside the home in an "official" job but, on the other hand, aren't nine-to-five type jobs really just an artifact of the patriarchical system designed to serve white males anyway? If she only knew about my efforts in helping my. Let's see if these fit you." I followed his instruction without hesitation, though I felt unsure about this new footwear. I had never worn women's shoes before, but then again I'd also never worn a thong, bra, or chastity device before tonight, so clearly some big changes were happening in my life. He took my right foot and slid it into the elegant shoe. It slid all the way in and fit snug. He fastened the strap around my ankle and did the same with my other foot. "Well look at that!" he. Thank you.”“Slave!” Sally spoke for the first time.“Yes, Milady.”“Serve us. I need to talk to Master Jerry.”Most of the breakfast was already cooked; it was really only the eggs they’d waited to start. I sat with Sally at the kitchen table. She leaned towards me and spoke very quietly in my ear. “You handled that perfectly, Master. Enid isn’t a natural slave, but she needs this for now.”I turned and touched my lips to hers. “I love you, Sally.”Her eyes twinkled. “I know, Master Jerry. It’s. Karen is a lovely Puerto Rican woman, 5'7 , nice and well maintained body, a great smile, long black hair with the most intimidating brown sparkly eyes.My house is next to her, three bedrooms and one studio upstairs, that room has a nice window with the best view ever, across and directly is my neighbor's master bedroom window, no more than 40 feet. I work sometimes from home and late nights I love to write and draw there. My shades are always open.Kurt and Karen kept the shades down most of.