Youre not Jocelyn. Youre a lowly, dirty whore. Youre a little fuckslut with no rights and no name. Youre Jocelyns horny little cunt hole. Youre Jocely...ns whore ass. Youre Jocelyns stupid little slave mouth thats only good to swallow whatever shell get in it. I swallowed hard and nodded, even though she couldnt see me. Yes, Maam, I replied. I hesitated, too scared to say anything, but eventually asked: And… what should I call you? She laughed. Well, tradition has it that Im your mistress, but. I also selected a blouse that issleeveless and low cut and more bare back.Itis bigger in cloth than a bra. My mom’s face turned red in color. Then thetailor said that this is the latest design and suits perfectly well. After thetailor took all the measurements, I took him to a side and told him to stitchtighter. He understood and told me that I wouldn’t be disappointed rather cometo him one day to thank him. I felt happy. I gave him some extra tip and leftthe mall and came home.Soonafter I. Startled, I fumbled with the pack and dropped it. A dog; a mangy dirty mutt came forth, panting. I held out my hand for him to smell. He growled, sniffing the air. I lowered my head and tried to remain calm.More rustling in the brush. Three more dogs came out. They looked malnourished. Perhaps they were wild dogs? I didn't know and at the time, didn't care.As I watched the one growling in front of me, another; a scraggly german shepherd grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back. I lost my. I thought they seemed 'normal', and told him so.From there it was a series of questions about what kind of equipment I wanted. I knew from the internal conversations Cooper and I had that at a minimum we both wanted a treadmill and a heavy bag. Whether we would up with a weight machine, exercise bike, rower or whatever would be up to Billy.I mentioned Cooper's recent discharge from the Marine Corp, and a desire to maintain a high level of overall fitness."Train for strength, but don't sacrifice.