This was what they wanted and it was what they got, or they left the relationship. This was how it worked. All of the potential subs milled about in t...he club area having drinks and eyeing the Masters and Mistresses who were often dressed in their dominance outfits. They were looking over the newbies. If the Doms already had a sub or subs they would not be there. Only those in search of a new sub would bother coming to the club. Thus, the fresh meat knew they were actually going to be selected. “Are you sure?” It seemed like an odd question after the long effort to get here. The question had validity, though. We knew next to nothing before, the tribe we passed could add nothing, and communication with the guide was difficult, even for Anton, and we learned little more. But we were here. The jungle is full of danger. It is said, and Anton reminds me frequently, the jungle is full of things that can kill and will if given the chance. After all we have endured, it wasn’t time now to turn. It only cares about satisfying its hungers. Do not listen to it. You have to go slow. It takes time to find out if he's the one." You knew right away with Father!" Fumi yelled, jerking her hand away. Then she flushed, looking down in shame. "I'm sorry for snapping, Mother."Her mother put her arms around Fumi, pulling her tight. "It was different with us. Your father and I were made for each other. I knew it the first time I tasted his seed. What did Kyle's taste like?"She chewed her lip, not. Then an attendant led her away. The next day I broke into the system to find out what they did with her. She was listed on an outbound ship to Asgard. A month later, I learned she was a bureaucrat on the capital, nothing but a fucking servant. I wrote her a letter and she replied with a note that she did not know me; that I must have gotten her confused with someone else."Scott finished his beer and shook his head. "Maybe she just wanted to put it all behind her." We were lovers, damnit! We.