You can't judge a book by its cover."Good morning, Slave," she said in a clear alto voice."Good morning ... Mistress," she replied.The dominatrix star...ted pacing in front of the cage, like she was addressing her troops. "That's right. I'm Mistress Constance; and for as long as I want, I own your ass." And you are a lowly slave, whose name I don't know. What is your name?"She cowered in her cage. "I have no name. I'm just a slave."This caused her to pause. "I see. But at some point you had a. I couldn't stop staring, and I couldn't help noticing her eyes wereopen, but she hadn't moved. Was she asleep? What was she doing here?What was I doing here? I lay still for a moment, and eventually decidedshe must have just been a sleep with her eyes open...But the longer I stared, the more I felt my little friend stirring, andwithout thinking I slowly started to reach down to comfort him.I paused. The girl was moving too, but still seemed to be asleep. Icontinued -- I was too horny now to. ‘Lovely. So is the view.’ She looked down at me and smiled then gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. ‘Good choice.’ We got our overnight bags from the car and went to the front door of the hotel which opened on cue and a woman of about fifty welcomed us. Formalities were brief and she led us to our room which had beamed a ceiling and windows in three walls all of which looked out over countryside of immense beauty. Our landlady, Miss Carlton, left us and said she and her partner would love to. I glanced down to her feet but she wasn't wearing highheels."Where's Derek?" Nikki insisted, pushing past me to come inside."I know I probably look like crap," I grumbled, "but I'm still Derek..."Nikki ignored me and began calling my name as she quickly went throughmy apartment and looked through each door, including the closet. Whenshe looked into my bedroom however and saw the mess of my bed she pausedand stared at it with a look of disgust before turning to glare at me."What the hell is.