I had not been masked when Master introduced me to Lucrezia, an old friend, he said. He had me kneel, naked save my collar in front of her, and forced me to tell her my deepest fantasies. I had blushed deep red as I told the immaculately suited woman of my desire to be used and humiliated, to feel the discipline of bondage. She had not spoken to me, only discussing me in the third person with Master. She had called me slut. The humiliation only fired the heat in my belly. When she left, He had taken me, hard. .....