Chapter Twenty
Returned To My Masters Control
John
Danielle and I spent the next three hours enjoying a pleasant, relaxing meal in her favourite Mexican restaurant, thoroughly enjoying each others company and comparing notes on how we treated our respective slave girls. She and I had collaborated on much of the equipment they now wore and the manner in which they were trained. Danielle had a uniquely female understanding of being able to discern the most sensitive and controlling things that could be done to a woman, and Id combined her views with the use of my equipment to create Christines Control Uniform and the manner in which she was forced to become ever more deeply involved in her new role. The time seemed to fly, but towards the end we both began to fidget fretfully. I looke
