A few moments later, a sleepy-eyed Linda wandered into the room, in a robe a size or two too small for her."Yes, my lord," she said sleepily. "You ask...ed for me?" Yes, I did. Sit." In deference to Thamont's mental state, I kept my voice as civil as I could, but some of my displeasure made it through.She started to move to an empty spot on the couch where Thamont sat, but I stopped her, and said, "His lap."Puzzled, she obeyed."Smell her, Thamont. You need the scent of your new Clan Lord, to keep. She had acknowledged that I had talked to her about my crossdressing and submissiveness. How I had seen professional dominatrix inthe past. She talked about me and that I always enjoyed being a bottom,or tied up. She was invited by them to watch a slave of theirs betrained. She was than invited to a party at their house where the slaveserved and was used by the guests where she admits she wanted to takepart. So began her life as a slave. Susy now belongs to them as a submissive slave, for them. Her friend Beth was little better. At almost six feet she was the quintessential California girl, with the blond hair, blue eyes, and big tits. I had not seen her naked as often as Gail, but the few times I had left me with plenty of fantasies. I did not know who the guy was but I would come to find out his name was Randal."Call me Randy," he said as he added more of his cock to Jean's eagerly sucking mouth.The girls quickly stripped me down as Randy climbed off and undid Jean from the. I called Pete.Pete:This time we met at my house, in the evening. She was just going to park in the driveway and come in but I persuaded her to act like she was visiting on some kind of business. I do have neighbors and they do talk. So she wore nice slacks a blouse and carried an old worn satchel.Once inside she dropped the case and gave me a hug and peck on the cheek. It felt nice, because it seemed she meant it.I fetched cold drinks and we sat down to talk, she on the sofa, me in my.