" I think what she was actually doing was checking my response to humiliation. I did turn very red at her words, but the peter meter remained just abo...ve zero.I was just starting to ask myself what in the hell I had gotten myself into when suddenly there was a loud smack and fire erupted into my body through my ass cheeks. Charlene had slammed that ping pong paddle against me with all of her strength. "That was just to get your attention," she said. Then she began working over my ass like an. . Itch-Day the Aperone-Shay?"Joey paused. "Well, I guess we could, but she offered."Lynne nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I don't want to hurt her feelings too." Then she casually reached up and fingered Joey's blue tie, running her fingers across the long shaft of fabric. "Say, remember when I told you I would wear something to match this tie?"He hesitated. "Yeah?"Her voice was barely a growl. "You haven't seen it yet."Joey considered that, carefully, and took a moment to do both a mental and. Being the make-up guy, one of the few on the trip, you had to make sure they looked perfect before and during the shoot. If that meant running over to fix some powder while she covered her bare breast, well then so be it. Each job had its hardships right?The only hardship about this job was not to get hard. It was a very loose and friendly environment but popping a boner while putting on a girl’s makeup was hardly professional. So you usually took care of it in the morning before getting ready. I can hardly rememberever being orlooking like that. I seem to be self confident or at leastcompletelyunaware of my own worthlessness. After that first photo, thesets depictslaves moving further and further into complete and utterslavery untilthey are nothing but owned flesh; property. Then the nextphase sets in andI see the photos of slave-bois in tiny rubber outfitsand stilettoslike the ones I wear now. In these photos the slavebecomes thinnerand thinner and more and more beaten, scarred.