Chapter Seven
Dominick
Perhaps I have loved her, perhaps not. I have a way of idealizing women until they are incapable of meeting my expectations. Im sure I did this to Megan, the slave before I happened to stumble onto Lana McCarron. Megan followed all the rules, she played the game like a perfectly dutiful slave, but she grew tiring. Some say, they all do eventually. It was certainly true of Megan, but that did not stop my enthusiasm for seeking the true permanency in my relationship with Lana. I suppose it was not so much that I tired of Lana as I knew that she would grow increasingly disgruntled with slavery. I suspected as much from the very startthis woman would not become more slavish as she matured. There has been too much ego, too many hopes and dreams inside her pretty packa
