On the way out I heard Canfield saying they'd have to autopsy her -- state law in deaths without known cause. The thought of someone carving up that g...oddess seemed like a sacrilege. When he asked me if I'd want to attend -- they're going to do it tomorrow morning, when the coroner can be there -- my jaw dropped open. I don't remember saying anything, but I got a note in my mailbox later telling me to be there at 10:30 a.m., so I guess he interpreted my mumbling as a yes.I've seen a lot of. Yes, it could be infuriating. But at least it was interesting, at least it was stimulating, at least she was forced to work to get what she wanted.She rolled out of bed, scratching her neck where her submissive partner had left token bite marks that hadn’t even broken the skin. On her way to the bathroom, a call came through on the intercom that was mounted on the wall, Korbaz pressing the receive button.“What is it?” she asked wearily, stifling a yawn.“Admiral, my apologies for disturbing you,. She had ten minutes to get to work and she'd only woken up five minutes ago. Apparently her alarm hadn't rang, but Ellen knew her daughter - more likely she'd forgotten to set it, or completely ignored it. Samantha ducked into the kitchen, offering a quick, "Thanks for waking me! Gotta' go!" while pawing at a slice of toast. A moment later, she was gone, leaving a tutting Ellen in her wake. Her hair was all over the place, as was her uniform and no doubt the girl's less-than-kind boss would. His slaves were supporting him with their jobs. It wasn’t that he was polite to them because he feared they would stop supporting him, instead they chose to support him because he was a respectful master who they looked up to immensely. They made him stop working, and each of them contributed a small amount of money to him every month, allowing him to be a full time Master for them. He was also intelligent, and didn’t have the attitude that many Masters and Mistresses had, trying to dominate.