Once they were dry, red leather collars were put on each slave's neck and locked. Red leather is used for part time slaves, black for 24/7 live-ins. ... In addition wrist and ankle cuffs were locked on. A final touch added a cock and ball harness to their genitals and peel off numbers on their asses and upper arms. So far a standard procedure, The slaves were then led upstairs to a large multipurpose room on the first floor of the house. It was lined with cages stacked two high. Each slave. Hey, I don't know if I should correct their views. I am a mage, not a magician, but I still forget it. Just don't think of the bad things, just play magic. Master, is a group of the same existence as the demon, mastering the highest power that humans can master, we are not willing to participate in the world's unnecessary disputes, only in the hidden and uninhabited places to enchantment, concentrate on the study of magic The mystery, but our power makes the demon jealous, the two sides unite. Was that... ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But to get up and walk around, as if nothing had happened, seemed a violation of that sanctity. (Until then, my idea of sanctity had been maintaining. I was not strong enough to fight him off. I ask yet again why he is doing this. My voice starts to shake slightly with nerves, but even as I ask him, I know he will not give me a straight answer. I hear him at the other side of the room and it hits me that he could do anything, including leave me lying here, totally exposed. Although something tells me he wouldn’t. I feel him sit next to me and stroke my hair. His touch is not rough or threatening but tender and almost loving. He gentle lifts.