Chapter Eighteen
Aftermath
In the following weeks ‘f**k meat’ adjusted more and more to her role of Marcus’s private slave and kept the hideout and it surroundings including the garage but not the bunker itself clean and orderly while learning to service her owner in each and every way. She had accepted her role of being his completely.
Soon he allowed her weekends in his own home and even to accompany him to the theater, meals out, or to official occasions at his side. Of course he called her not f**k meat but Jay then. They did not visit any fetish parties though. He had lost the taste for those events. They seemed stale. A new plan had formed in his mind - a gentlemen club owned by him.
‘The Masque’ he would name it. But he needed partners for that. Such an endeavor was costly and n
