Her Master had brought her a present, a wondrous present. Patty didn’t understand why Master had decided she needed such a gift. But the gift opened... up a most wonderful set of possibilities. Master had owned Patty since she was 16. Over the years she had become totally devoted to being Masters sex slave, Master was good, he was generous, Patty had not imagined such a grand life when she had been sold into general servitude. Most people were sold into bondage as workers, workers were in high. Come in and lets have a look she said, we went through to the back garden to assess the damage. Oh dear she said I will have to get someone in to fix it. I will pay for the damage I told her, she said that would be ok. It then started to rain and she had a line full of washing so I asked if she needed a hand. Yes please, she said, and we rushed in with her washing in our arms.We were both soaked . Tea, she said, and went into the kitchen , I stood there on my own and just looking into space. ”“Yes, strangers. You know what an exhibitionist I am.”“And you know how much I love to show you off, so we’re even.”We talked a little more about her fantasy before I jumped her bones again and this time, I took her from behind while I pulled her hair hard. She came hard.It was about two weeks later. We didn't speak much about it, but the sex we had was different. It was a little rougher, but she didn't complain. She asked for it to be harder, but I held back. I wanted her to really need it.Oh. As the room pulsed, my consciousness switched with each beat of the pulse. One moment, I was sitting in my room, in this life with my friends watching The Lawrence Welk show. The next moment, I was waking up from this dream that is my life and seeing it as cardboard, like everything around me was not real. I fuckin’ started crying.’ ‘Crying? Are you kidding me?’ she interrupted, her voice tripped up with stifled cackles. ‘You know what, fuck it. You just can’t grasp it.’ Don sat, listening.