’ Monique’s father sighed he could find no logical reason to argue with his daughter. ‘Very well I will speak with Monsieur and see if he will s...ell your friend.’ Almost ten years had pasted since then, Monique’s parents had died 4 years ago and with no siblings or other family members Bernard was all she had left -although she had freed him from her service- Bernard could now speak fluent French, was able to read and write and was a master sword’s man. Bernard was a free man, he chose to stay. Partly because it wasn't her place to, and partly so she could savour the anticipation. It wasn't just that she might finally be permitted to have an orgasm. It was the thrill more than anything else. The adrenaline rush. For an hour each week, she was freed from her identity and reputation, freed from social expectations. This freedom was attained through anonymity and, paradoxically, slavery. When equally anonymous strangers commanded her to do something degrading, it wasn't her fault; she. ‘Your apartment reflects you’ Dominic said when he saw her approaching. ‘My father asked for your help?’ Lisa asked, ignoring his comment. ‘Yes, my advisors completed their report and am afraid the situation is worst that I expected.’ ‘Have you spoken to Dad yet?’ ‘No, I thought of telling you first since you may change his situation.’ ‘Me?’ Lisa was truly confused now. ‘I may go and speak to your father and let him know that the luxurious life he have had till now is over or…’ ‘Or?’ ‘Or you. Jessica usually just carried her stuff in her pockets, but the leggingsdidn't have any.Slinging the handbag over her shoulder she shut the door and entered thebuilding trying to remember to walk like a woman in this world. Brian andJessica had spent the entire weekend teaching each other how to walk likethe opposite gender. Brian insisted that Jessica should wear heels theentire weekend to get used to it. By the end of the weekend they had bothmanaged to get the hang of it. They had also.