“Can’t you just choose something, you horrible specimen?” he said, his patience lost as I dithered to ensure the right choice. I didn’t get any candy that day because he dragged me out to teach me to be quicker in future. I never really did know why I was so besotted by him. I guess it was just in the genes. A grown-up version of that candy store feast for the eyes is now before me but I am stuck to my seat. I want to go down there now and pluck one of those slaves and have them serve me, but I don’t want to do anything that sees me looking less than the best. I don’t want to do anything that earns me scorn from the other doms, since I’m unsure of the etiquette and still not clear exactly what to do with any slave I do pick. I need to see it in action but I have a feeling I won’t see it al
