I did not consider myself to be a submissive or someone's slave. However others did not see it that way. They watched as I walked alongside Mr. Waterman. I guess their minds trying to figure out why I seemed to be the only submissive without a collar or any other article that would mark me as ‘owned’ here.
Men flirted with me nonstop. I was told that they were trying to introduce me to their own collection. Strangely, it was not only men who fancied me, but women as well. There were no limits. I guess being here, everything goes.
It went on for some time before word fully spread that I was Mr. Waterman’s submissive.
At some time, I had managed to separate myself from the others. In the beginning, I was cautious, almost afraid to be alone. Now, I had become comfortable, using this opport
