The Sex Slave Program Part 2_(1)
I was in a large empty room. No furniture. No windows. Just a few closed doors, and a large spiral staircase. What was I supposed to do now? “Hello?” I called out timidly. Immediately a young man came down stairs. He was good looking. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty five. He looked at the clipboard in his hand. “Jenna Caldwell?” He asked. “That’s me” I said. “Are you going to be my…” He raised his eyebrows as if expecting me to finish my sentence. “You’re master?” he finally asked. I nodded. “No, I’m just your handler. I’m here to explain the specifics of what you can expect before you begin your servitude. My name is Paul.” “Nice to meet you” I said. “The others are downstairs. There are about thirty of them. …