It sounded slightly familiar, but I assumed that was simply my subconscious’ way of humanizing him. If I felt like I knew him, perhaps I could convi...nce him to release me.“Why am I here?” I asked. I didn’t stand.The man didn’t answer. “Stand up,” he repeated in a calm voice. Once again, it sounded familiar.“No,” I shot back. I’m not sure why I was being so defiant. Perhaps it was simply because I was tired of being kept in the dark. First my father revealing I was adopted and now this. No, I’d. It’s your choice.’ Camille wanted to kill him. He smirked at her, knowing he’d get his way, knowing she would do anything to keep him from hurting Lorette. She had never taken her clothes off for any man except the one she had married. The thought of undressing in front of this particular man made her want to puke. ‘I’m waiting,’ he said, ‘and I grow impatient.’ ‘I’ll kill you, Gerhardt,’ she said softly, reaching up to the first button on her dress. ‘I’m going to cut your heart out.’ He. She and her soon to be ex-husband were fighting. She was in tears as he stormed out leaving the door open. I crept in before she shut it. I was now in a room with a goddess!As she cried she removed her clothing and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Her beautiful tits glistened as water began to fall on them. Watching her lustrous hair fall to her legs as she bent over to wash her legs sent me over the edge. I elected not to wear clothing (the only drawback to the potion) since those were. “Do you understand?”“Yes, Miss,” I replied thoughtfully.A brief moment of acknowledgement, she then commanded, “Face me, slave.”She emphasized the last word to make sure I knew my place and what my status was for the rest of the evening. I turned with my eyes still downcast. She crouched down and attached a short chain to my ankle cuffs. It couldn’t have been more than eight inches. I would have to hobble with short steps, careful to keep my balance, careful not to trip, but be sure to keep up.