Jade’s heart skipped a beat. “W-what do you mean ... training?” she said suspiciously.“Your training to become a slave-slut, of course! That i...s the reason you are here, after all. You will need to be trained to become docile, submissive, and sexually pleasing to whoever ends up buying you!jade looked at him, not believing his words. She was going to be sold as a slave! A sex slave! He could see the shocked expression on her face.“You were told this was going to happen to you. Why do you still. But, the thought of it is so exciting, to think of the potential that awaits us, especially in a situation like we’ll have.” I am here, right? I mean I haven’t suddenly gone transparent, have I? I find my body is reacting to this strangely. Intellectually, I feel like I should be offended to be referred to like I was a piece of meat to openly evaluate and talk about, but I am not, not with them. I find myself becoming very aroused and quickly progressing in my stimulation, all psychological for. I can't even find someone who is willing to hold me for longer than a few hours, without it being in between meaningless sex. Hell, at this point, even a friend would be nice. Someone I can just talk to who would be willing to listen and make sure I don't die from alcohol poisoning - or loneliness, whichever gets me first. I don't know how in the world I got to this point in my life but Jesus Fucking Christ, it sucks. I want my happy ending too, dammit. I want kids and a loving husband. A. She was laying there in bed sleeping. During the night, the covers had slipped down to her waist and her chemise gapped open exposing one perfect creamy breast for my view. With a sigh, I let myself out of the room and made my way to the registration desk.The clerk apologized for the mistake and, I was informed that there were no more rooms available. Reluctantly I checked out with the intention of going to another hotel. I returned to the room to retrieve my luggage. Belatedly we introduced.