By this point my father was sure I would die, but I was only thing left in the world to remind him of my mother. So in at midnight he took me into the... woods, to Alicia Jane’s house, the witch. My father was desperate to keep my alive, and so did something that the rest of the town would have plagued him for. My father never told me the rest of the story, only that the witch helped me, and that she foretold that there would be a price to pay for her kindness. He warned me to stay away from her,. . friends, my apartment, all the crap I’ve accumulated over the years.”“Which you were planning to do anyway. If you take a job in Boston or Chicago, what do you think you’d be doing? Instead, why not come somewhere you already have friends and where it’s beautiful the entire year.”“You make a convincing case.”“This is the perfect opportunity. Everyone remembers the incident at the Grammys. You’ve got name recognition. What’s more, from what you said, the police commissioners of the bigger. The email stated that for the weekend enough toys and space is provided for all to enjoy the party and results of the auction.I do not consider myself master or owner, in fact I like to switch in terms of BDSM play, but I sure like the play of owning a slave for a while and having a slave in total obedience to any command at my disposal... so I thought I would attend to that party and take it from there.The party was scheduled for the weekend in two weeks, so it was no problem for me to arrange. After a few days this happened as soon as Buster saw me. He would run over and sniff my ass. Then stand and wait for me to fondle him. A week later Master made me get Buster hard then, while holding his leash, Master had me lick Buster’s cock. This is not something I would ever have done if it wasn't something my Master desired, none of what I was doing with Buster was. However it did make me very wet and excited. My excitement fed from theirs. Master made me suck Buster’s cock until.