"What?"Holding the leash out to me, you say again, "Attach the leash to your collar." I take a step back, wanting to avoid the leash."You are going to... create a scene if you do not do as I ask." I hate this. You are right, yet, why do I have to put the leash on myself?Stubbornly, "You put it on me. I'm not touching that damn thing."Ah shit! As I stand there, glaring at you, you smile -- evilly."Thank you, I think I will." And stepping forward, you quickly attach the leash to my collar.Closing my. A. Steph) was going to stay at one of her friends house starting on Friday. I liked the idea, home alone and naked for the weekend, what could be better?I got home from work on Friday evening and found a note from mom giving me the number they could be reached at and one for my sister. They dropped her off on the way out. She is staying about a half mile away. So cool, I went upstairs to take a shower and when I came out, naked time, I'm not getting dressed for two whole days.After a bit. "Or...I can make you an offer you can't refuse, as was said in the movie'The Godfather'," Valerie replied."I have six girls here at the school working for me. They need themoney but they want to stay in school and make something of themselves.Neither they nor I want them to be prostitutes for the rest of theirlives..."Valerie went on to explain her edict that the girls sign a contractswearing them to secrecy, requiring them to keep up their academicgrades, and that they have regular health. .. I'm simply horny."That night I remembered going to bed, the first time I'd actually allowed myself to entertain the thought, imagining my own mother lying in her bed, touching herself. Masturbating, climaxing. I had even tried shaking off the thought, picturing a particular girl I sort of had a crush on in school, trying to imagine her being naked, playing with herself, but the image kept coming back to my mother, seeing her instead. It was the only time I actively remembered allowing myself.