“The Baroness thinks herself quite clever and hopes that comforts will break my defiance where punishment by others has failed to do so, but a golde...n cage is still a cage.” Her brow wrinkled as his words sank in. “How do you claim to know me?”“I don’t,” he replied with another look around to make sure they were still alone. “I’m here to rescue you.”A moment of silence passed then she burst into laughter. “By the gods, has the Baroness grown so desperate as to try such a ploy? Return to your. . interesting... effects.It didn't take long for him to hit paydirt."Hey Alice, let's get this," he grinned while clasping a leather slavecollar around her neck."Funny," she deadpanned, quickly reaching up to remove the fetish gear."How do you remove this thing?" she asked, fumbling aroundunsuccessfully."Oh, come on. You can be my slave tonight," he said grasping the chainleash that was attached to the collar."Or howabout you be my slave, inste?Um... Stan, honey... what the helldid you do?". It started in a small way, going online to see Youtube videos of mistresses and slaves. Then I joined KnobsForMistresses.com, a site catering for guys who wanted to be extremely subservient. My profile just said ‘Guy looking for domme to mistreat him 24/7. Domme to be heavily rewarded.’One day, I received the message ‘Meet tonight 6pm. Big bar in The Savoy. Dress well. Find me in pink. Confirm.’ Intrigued, I comfirmed.At 6pm I was in the bar. There she was, in pink dress and pink heels. I. Jennifer never imagined herself ever dating again, for that matter going to bed with anyone else. Jennifer had married her husband Frank when she was 18, fresh out of high school. Frank was the dark handsome rogue that all the girls lusted after. Captain of the football team and a damn good lay. Jennifer started thinking about the first time she met Frank. She was on the cheerleading squad. The team had just won the first game of the season. Frank was on the sidelines, went over to her and.