It’s always been my feeling that just as a well trained dog is a happy dog so too is a well trained slave a happy slave. The reason of course is be...cause when you are aware of your Master’s expectations, you can follow the rules and guidelines set forth and know that you’re going to be pleasing for your owner. My love of mandated requirements tends to come out in my stories as well as you may have noticed. I’ve gone through periods in which I’ve had quite a few rules I had to follow though I. . that was what really mattered now."Get out of the way you fat lard." came my younger sister from behind me.Lizzie used to be a nice person; she used to love her big brother and always wanted me to hang out with her.But recently?I don't know if its because I'm unattractive and fat, or maybe she's got something going on, on her end.But, to me, she's been a downright cunt."Yessss..." I said, spinning around and staring down at her hungrily.She gave a double-take and stared back at me,. I open my eyes and you are standing on the opposite side of the pool looking down at me, with a sheepish look on your face. Your only clothing is a sarong around your waist. Apart from that completely naked."I'm so sorry," you begin to say, "I was just so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open."I smile back "I thought it was me, I don't remember a thing."Your smile widens as you walk to the end of the pool. Undoing the knot in the sarong as you go. You drop it on the floor just as you start down. {Besides, Weimaraners are very protective, and Boris seems to be just what Kara needs…she seems a little on the skittish side}-Cadogan thought. Kara gave him a small smile back, amused he was still smiling. The silence was a little unnerving. ‘Smells good.’ At that Cadogan perked up and ran back into the kitchen. Kara chuckled. Suddenly Cadogan popped his head around the door, his hat flopping over to partly cover his face. Kara tried to stifle a laugh, putting a hand over her eyes. She opened.