She had craved to be the new Kristie. She needed to leave her dull, stupid existence behind. Now she knew that this new Kristie could only live where ...she was born. Only with her Mistress could she be this unashamed sexual creature and survive.Of course none of these thoughts were as articulate as this. But she knew she felt a new freedom. She wasn't at all puzzled that it was a freedom gained by captivity.She stood in front of the mirror. She turned her newfound body in the shining light of her. This is Mike. Who the hell are all of these people?”“Oh, these are just some friends who came over. I hope you don’t mind, we started the party without you.”Monty said, “Does it matter?”“Oh you’re such a party pooper,” she answered back with a little pout.Monty looked at me shaking his head. “Let me show you around.” The house was like a mansion. It had a pool, boat dock, five bedrooms, a bunch of bathrooms, home theater, bar, four-car garage, game room, and a large office with a separate. What seemed like forever, was in reality only a few minutes and then Pam was there in the doorway. She’d removed her peignoir robe. The backlight in the hallway shone through her negligee which revealed and tantalized without actually showing anything at all. Pam closed and locked our bedroom door and then came around to her side of the bed. She slipped under the covers and curled into my arms. We kissed, deeply, gently, yet both of us felt the undercurrent of burning passion in that kiss.Pam. There was a low moaning sound coming from a group of bushes in the woods about a mile behind Brad and Barry's house.When Barry first heard these intimate sounds he wanted to walk right in there and see who was at the center of those seductive sounds. But he had learned that it might be better for him if he quietly snuck up and peeked on whoever it was that seemed to be enjoying themselves so much.When he slowly parted the bushes his eyes almost came out of his head. There was his brother Brad.