"I definitely don't want to leave" I say in response to Chuck's inquiry. "But I don't know what I am. I don't believe I am a toilet slave, even the thought of being used for a toilet turns me off. I've enjoyed the pain you've given me so far, and who doesn't like pleasure? Maybe I am a combo? How do we find out?"

Again, to my consternation, I find I am babbling. This is something my Dom friend told me I would have to stop once I became someone's sub. "I'm sorry for talking so much Chuck, I mean, um Sir. Shoot, I don't know what to say. Sorry." Shit I think to myself as I am again biting the inside of my cheek to shut myself up. All I knew was I wanted to shout 'GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!' Everything that had been done to me so far had made me want more.

I lifted my head, and within inches of my nose was Grace's pussy and thighs. I wasn't sure why he told Grace to position herself there. I hoped it was so that I could taste of her. I had fooled around with the friend of mine who was supposed to meet me here. She used to be a sex slave before her job required her to relocate. She was hoping to meet a new Dom here. I had discovered that I enjoyed pleasuring females almost as much as I enjoyed sucking cock. My mouth began to water as I looked at her pussy. It looked slick with juices, and I could smell her arousal.

I lay there across the bench, strapped down, drooling from both ends and waited for Chuck's next move.