The slave girls who had emerged from the shadows upon Grahame's command fitted me with black leather wrist cuffs to match my ankle cuffs and collar. What the well-dressed slave is wearing this year, I mused. Then I watched him walk over to Ms. Catsuit and whisper something into her ear, gently grazing her cheek with the back of his hand, as if to remind her of a tenderness that had existed between them long ago. I yearned for that warmth to exist between the he and I, but based on his recent reaction to my oral skills, I knew that it would be a long time in coming. He glanced over and saw me observing him. He looked almost amused.

"Eyes down!" he ordered.

I lowered my gaze, but still felt the flush of anger and yearning in my cheeks. Why wasn't I enough for him?

Ms. Catsuit snapped her fingers twice and the three slave girls started to lead me away, for whatever "preparations" Grahame had pre-ordered. I felt a sudden chill, unsure if it was ...

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