SCENARIO AFTER SCENARIO RACED THROUGH HER MIND. The idea of being actually trained to be a professional slut. To be incarcerated in a secured establishment and be subjected to a regime of strict discipline with some twenty other sluts was oh so scary! It was at the same time also very erotic. Pictures of herself being disciplined along side her fellow sluts, maybe, possibly by them or visa versa. The thought of being "chipped" so that her every movement and emotion could be registered was the ultimate cyber bondage! She would be monitored twenty four hours a day. All sexual activity including lascivious thoughts would be registered and subjected to analyses. Probably resulting in corrective training. What would that consist of ? What sort of mental and physical pain would she be expected to endure ? The whole thing terrified her !
It was as if she was looking down from a great height and was helplessly tempted to jump. She was already being sucked into the concept by her own quicksand like nature. This was going to happen to her, and there was nothing she could do to reverse her sense of fate. The part of her that wanted it was growing stronger the more she thought about it.
"How do you feel about it?" asked her Master.
"Thank you Master. It seems wonderful! You do want me to do this, don't you? I mean... , we will be separated for days at a time. That will make me so unhappy except that I am doing as you wish."
"I will see you every weekend and we can chat on the phone or cam."
"What about my job at the club? They have got dozens of bookings due to the boys from the city who filmed the double anal and sent it out on the net. That's big money for the club and for me."
"I need to talk to your boss and get a few things sorted. I know better than to upset him and I don't want to. We both have our reputations to consider on that scene. But I do need to be assured that all penetrative sex will be protected. You have been lucky so far. I don't want to loose you to some stupid S.T.D."
That reminded the slut that she needed her test results to morrow. She would have to get in touch with the club anyway to confirm the start on Saturday.
Meanwhile she could see that her Master was beginning to need her flesh. T.B.C
