Justin watched the transformation of this slave, wondering himself if he’d caught her fancy and the bottom core of submissive need. This was a gamble, but he loved the gamble and the stakes if he should win. To lose, he could toss her off like a speck of dust. He knew she’d like that—have stories to tell her slave friends on the Internet. She’d go back on the block in the Guild files as a more experienced slave. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt her and it wouldn’t phase him. The conquest of her darkest needs intrigued him. He’d never gone into a relationship just for the sport of it, but this one especially pleased him, and as long as she played the game, he would enjoy the sadistic pleasure.
Saturday evening at eight o’clock
Pizza in the late afternoon with kari, dinner with Emily at eight
