From sanesub@aol.com Thu Mar 20 16:16:57 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!feed1.news.erols.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!ix.netcom.com!news From: neil Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost..a slave's road..1 Date: Thu, 20 Mar 1997 21:16:57 +0000 Organization: Netcom Lines: 646 Message-ID: <3331A949.E1@aol.com> Reply-To: sanesub@aol.com NNTP-Posting-Host: stp-fl5-18.ix.netcom.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------45E64D6574BE" X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Mar 20 8:15:00 PM CST 1997 X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0C-NC320 (Win95; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------45E64D6574BE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit All comments are welcome to sanesub@aol.com --------------45E64D6574BE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="A slave's Road-pt.1.html" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="A slave's Road-pt.1.html" IF YOU ARE UNDER 21...DO NOT READ! A slave's road....Part 1 Hi. Let me introduce myself. I'm a 38 year old attractive, sane, normal, middle class man who happens to be a sexual submissive. I can tell you all the crap about always having submissive fantasies for as long as I remember, but I won't bore you with that. I accepted my sexuality a long time ago. I have been with a few women who played, and even fewer who enjoyed the dominant role, but it always seemed there was something missing. Even my ex wife enjoyed being waited on hand and foot, but didn't want a permanent slave. I had relegated the idea of finding my dream dom to strictly fantasy. And that was all right, after all, I was the one with the different sexuality. Then, just when I thought my life was in a comfortable, predictable pattern, everything changed. It all started a little over two years ago. I was reading some female domination material on a Thursday night. It was your usual stuff, mostly articles written by professional Mistresses. As usual I was in that delicious horny state where I had no limits to my servitude. I started reading a story about a wife who was training her husband to submit to her every whim. She had him to the point where he was not only serving her sexually, but was also doing all the housework, laundry, and even being loaned out on Saturdays to clean her girlfriend's apartment. It was a scenario I had read many times before, but it was still making me horny. As the story continued, the husband became more and more submissive to her needs. Then came the part that planted a fertile seed in my subconscious. She told her husband this particular Saturday night she was going out with a friend, and she expected him to be kneeling at the front door when she got home, no matter how late. She told him he was to be wearing only pink panties and an apron. Several hours later when she arrived home, he was dutifully kneeling at the door. She walked in handing her husband her coat. As hubby went to hang up her coat, she said to him "might as well wait honey, my friend will be here any second". I was thinking she brought back her girlfriend. A minute later the doorbell rang, and hubby was ordered to answer it. When he opened the door, a man was standing on the porch. Hubby froze in his tracks obviously thinking (like me) it was going to be a woman. The wife came to the door yelling at her slave "are you just going to stand there and stare? Let Nick in!" Nick walked right past hubby and the two started making out right in the forum. For some reason my dick grew about two inches. As the wife and Nick started for the living room, she looked at hubby and told him to bring her and Nick a glass of Chablis each. When hubby, still in shock, returned with the wine, the two lovebirds were on the sofa. The wife had Nick's dick in her hand, lovingly stroking it. As hubby started to come out of his shock he asked what was going on. His wife simply stated that he was nothing more than her slave now. She said she still needed to feel like a real woman, something he could not do any more. She gave him the ultimatum right there; obey her totally or leave for good. Hubby broke down crying on the spot begging her not to leave him, saying he would do anything she desired. About this time my dick was actually throbbing. The wife smiled wickedly at her husband's response. She turned to Nick and said "Did you hear that Nick, our slave says he will do anything for us." For some reason, by her using the word "our" and "us" made my dick go into a twitching spasm. I had never had gay feelings in my life. I was confused, but never hornier. She then told hubby to start undressing both of them, starting with her. As hubby removed her heels, she put her nylon toes on his mouth, looked him straight in the eye and said "Nick and I have been lovers for months. He is moving in tomorrow. You will be responsible for both of our needs, and I mean both! I expect total obedience from you when Nick orders you to do something; no matter what it is. Am I understood?" The only response was a sobbing "Yes Mistress". The wife, moving her foot to her hubby's crotch, viciously slapped his face. "Yes Mistress and what slave?" Hubby, not able to make eye contact, whimpered "Yes Mistress and Master". At this point in the story, without even touching myself, I exploded into an unbelievable orgasm. TGIF. One more day before the weekend. It was late June in Indianapolis and the weather was beautiful. This is the best time of year in Indiana. The highs are in the eighty's, and it dips down into the sixty's at night. The story I had read last night was still playing over in my head. After last night's orgasm, I slept like a baby. Tonight I was going fishing for the weekend with my friend Tom. Tom and I have been best friends since high school. We had been through a lot together. Tom married his high school sweetheart, Sheila. She was a freshman when Tom and I were juniors. I actually introduced them to each other. I should have kept her for myself. What a woman. Not only was she beautiful and intelligent, she was a genuine person. Tom and her gave me a lot of support when I went through my divorce after seven years of marriage. I could tell these two people anything. Well, almost anything. One thing I always kept from them was my subservient sexuality. Not that they wouldn't be understanding, I just didn't think it had any bearing on our friendship. Besides, Tom was always making comments on how he loved her to suck his cock, or fuck her in their boat, or make it in public. It seemed they had a very active and healthy sexual relationship, but just not my type of sex. After a long day at work I came home, showered, and got ready for the trip. Tom picked me up about six. I was surprised to see Sheila with him. Originally it was just Tom and myself going, but Sheila's weekend plans fell through at the last minute. She had planned to go shopping with two of her friends in Chicago. No big deal. They had a 20 foot Ranger bass boat, a full size Ford van, and a tent that slept six. Plus Sheila loved to fish also. It was a three hour drive to the lake, so we stopped and got a case of Mich. light and put it on ice. Once we were outside of the city, I reached for the beer and passed it around. Man! That cold beer tasted good. It had been a tough week at work, and I was ready for some fun. Tom was driving, Sheila was in the front passenger seat, and I was sitting behind Tom. All of our seats were the swivel captain's type that are so popular in the vans now. Tom and Sheila were a striking couple. They had both kept themselves in great shape. Sheila was 5'8", 135 lbs., strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and the most beautiful pair of legs you could imagine. Her breast weren't huge, but proportionate to her body. Ah, and her face was uniquely sexy, a little wide, high cheekbones, dimples, flawless skin, slightly oversized mouth and lips, and a winning smile. Every year she became more beautiful. Tom was 6'1", 190, black hair and blue eyes. He had olive smooth skin, and not a lot of body hair. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. He was a handsome man. They had found out early in their marriage that Sheila could not have children. Although it was a tough blow to them, they soon recouped and realized that a childless marriage had it's advantages too. They were always busy fishing, traveling, sometimes taking separate vacations. They seemed to have the perfect life. By the way, you know all these deep, dark secrets about me, and don't even know my name or what I look like. My name is John. I'm 5'11". brown hair and eyes. I weigh 180 lb.. I'm not what you call a muscle man, but I do keep in shape. I've been told I have a cute butt. Now that that's out of the way, let us get back to the story. We were on our second beer, shooting the shit like old friends do, when I noticed Sheila was dangling her shoe on her toes. She had her chair turned about half way between Tom and me. She was wearing a black halter top which showed her creamy bare shoulders and firm midriff. It also showed about three inches of cleavage. She had on a pair black denim short shorts. Following her long, muscular legs down to her feet, she was wearing a pair of black, soft leather flats. She had her right leg crossed over her left, and was just about to lose her shoe. Between her shoe and last night's story, I was having trouble paying attention to the conversation. "John oh John, this is Earth to Mars" she was saying. I finally realized she was talking to me. I looked up from her foot to respond. She had a knowing smile on her face. At that moment I felt so naked, as if she knew everything about me. I finally said "I'm sorry, must have been daydreaming about those bass we're going to catch tomorrow." Looking me right in the eyes, she sarcastically said "Right John." At the same time I heard her shoe drop to the floor. Her eyes didn't leave mine. The next five seconds seemed like an hour. I could actually feel myself getting warm. I couldn't help it. I looked down at her bare foot with her watching me. I looked back into her smiling eyes. Something passed between us during that moment. "Tom, are you ready for another beer?" She asked. "No thanks hon, I still have quite awhile to drive." She then looked at me. "John, get me another one." I don't know if my imagination was working overtime or not. I mean her voice was friendly, but at the same time a little demanding. It wasn't a question, and there wasn't any please. I decided to test the waters a little. "Anything the lady wishes" I said half jokingly. "Oh Oh" Tom laughed. "You don't say that to Sheila, she'll take advantage of you in a New York minute." I reached for the beer, popped the cap, and handed it to her. "Thank you John" she said a little too cheerily. She then turned directly toward Tom, put her bare foot on his thigh. "Tom, I've been in my heels all day, how about a little massage?" "I've got something for you to massage right here" Tom laughingly said as he grabbed his crotch. "You sure love to be pampered, lady." "Look who's talking, your every bit as demanding as me" she laughed back. Tom smiled at her "You're right, what we need is a 20 year old fox to wait on both of us." "Why does it have to be a female? I think a man would be much more interesting, don't you John?" She was watching my eyes very carefully. It was as if Wonder Woman had her truth lasso around me. I couldn't lie. "I guess so," I said. "Good" Tom laughed, "then you can massage her feet." Sheila swiveled her chair toward me. "Do you mind?" "No, not at all," I said. "Good," Sheila smiled. "Then why don't you move to the right chair so we can be more comfortable." I changed seats. "I told you she'd take over," Tom chuckled. "So what if I'm a little assertive? You don't mind, do you John?" She was really putting me on the spot. I couldn't tell if Tom and her were kidding or half serious. I checked out Tom in the rear view mirror. He had a smile on his face, but it was more of a "cat got the mouse" type smile. I decided to wade a little deeper. "You can be as assertive as you wish with me," I said. "Go for it hon," Tom smiled. "He's asking for it." She just smiled and placed her bare foot on my thigh. God, she had beautiful feet! I would guess she wore a size nine. She had high arches with long toes that were a little plump. Her second toe was longer than her big toe. She either took great care of her feet herself, or had them professionally done. The nails were trimmed to perfection ending with the tip of the toes. They had the European style cut where they were squared at the end. They were polished with a clear lacquer. I had given many massages before. Let's face it, if your a sub that's one of the main requirements. I had even taken classes and studied reflexology. To me, it was a labor of love. I pressed my thumb firmly right under the ball of her foot and started my magic. In a few minutes Sheila's eyes were half closed. She had a faint, faraway smile on her lips. I moved down to her toes, massaging each one, and in between them as well. I moved up her tight calves and soon had them relaxed. Tom looked over at her face. "Damn Sheila, is he that good?" Sheila just smiled more and said "You wouldn't believe it." I spent the next hour pampering her. I was so tempted to put my lips on her foot, but I somehow refrained. Right before we arrived at the lake we stopped at a nice country restaurant and had dinner. The food was good and the company was great. All the sudden I was looking at my two best friends almost as if they were strangers. I had never fantasized about them sexually before. Don't get me wrong, I have always found Sheila sexy, but just looked at her and Tom as good friends. We finally arrived at the campgrounds a little after nine. It seemed fairly deserted. Probably everyone was waiting for the July 4th weekend. We found a perfect spot. It was a small clearing surrounded by trees. I don't think there was another camper within a mile. We had all done this many times before, so by ten the campsite was in order, even the fire was burning. The night was beautiful. The sky was clear, the stars bright, and the crickets were loud. Tom and I were drinking a beer by the fire, while Sheila was doing something in the tent. I always knew Tom never had a jealous bone in his body, so when he asked me if I enjoyed giving Sheila a massage, I gave him an honest answer. "I loved massaging her, but not in the way you think," I answered. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. "This might surprise you coming from a man. It's kind of hard to explain, but I....I enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it." He looked directly in my eyes and said "Sheila and I aren't as naive as you think. We know there are alternative sexual lifestyles. In fact you might be the one who's surprised." At that time Sheila came out of the tent. She had changed into a pair of Levi's, a red and black checked flannel shirt, and a pair of tennies. Her thick blonde hair was a little disheveled, coming down to the top of her shoulders. She looked perfect. She grabbed a beer out of the cooler and sat between Tom and me. She popped open her beer and took a swig. "What are you two talking about, fishing?" Tom was never the one to beat around the bush. "Nope. We we're just starting to discuss sexual lifestyles." Sheila smiled "mmm interesting. Sounds like a good time for a little truth or dare." "So who goes first?" I asked "We're all good friends here," Sheila said "So let's cut the dare part and just be totally honest with each other. One question at a time for each person. John you go first." "I'm going to need another beer for this." I said. Sheila laughed. "Must be a few dark secrets we don't know about." "Could be." "Better get me another one too." Tom said. "A little nervous, Tom?" I asked. "No, I just have a feeling once we start these revelations, no one's going to want to leave, even for a minute." I grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to Tom. I sat down, opened the beer, and looked at Sheila. "O.K. My first question is for you Sheila. Have you ever been with another man? If so how many and who were they?" Sheila giggled. "You don't waste any time. By the way, that's three questions, but the answer to the first one is yes. Hon, you can go next." The question didn't even phase her or Tom. I had a tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. I downed about half my beer in one gulp. I knew by the time this game was over, my two best friends would know everything about me. What the hell, after the ride down here, I'm sure they had suspicions anyway. "All right John. You obviously enjoyed massaging Sheila, you also admitted your pleasure is giving more than receiving. My question is would you also massage a man if asked to do so?" All the sudden my mouth went dry. I took another swig. Both Tom and Sheila were watching my eyes as if trying to detect something. I decided to be truthful. Not only with this question but all of them, no matter how personal. I knew they were good enough friends to accept me as I am, even if it wasn't their thing. Once I made that decision, I felt the weight on my shoulders disappear. I gave them my answer. "Yes, with the right man and the right situation." They both smiled as if my answer pleased them. Sheila's turn was next. She looked at me for about a minute without saying anything. I was starting to become a little uncomfortable. She seemed to be enjoying it. "John, do you have a foot fetish?" I paused about ten seconds, looked her in the eyes and said yes. She didn't seem surprised. It's as if she knew my answer already, but needed my verbal admittance. For what, I didn't know. "Since we're on the subject of feet," I said. "Did you enjoy my massage half as much as you seemed to? And be honest, you're not going to hurt my feelings." "Such an easy question John. Yes I enjoyed it thoroughly. You have some very talented hands. That's why I thought you had a foot fetish. Most men would spend about five minutes down there, I had the feeling you would still be there if I wanted you to." Damn. She was so perceptive. It seemed she was always a step ahead of me. I was also turned on like never before. She was a master at pushing the right buttons at the right time. "All right, my turn again." Tom said. "John, since we now know you have a foot fetish, would you have liked to do more than just massage Sheila's feet? The silence was unreal. I think the crickets even stopped chirping. Sheila had an amused look on her face. Tom was also smiling, enjoying my embarrassment. "Come on John." Sheila said "We're all friends here. Besides, I love to have my toes sucked." Her total honesty and casual openness seemed to have pushed me over the line. Instead of calmly answering Tom's question, I sounded more like a criminal blurting out a confession. "All right! I would have loved to suck your toes. I could worship them forever!" Instead of hearing the expected laughter, Sheila moved over and put her arm around me. "Don't be embarrassed. You can be yourself around us. Matter of fact, the more we're finding out about you, the more interesting you are." "Everybody has there own kinks" Tom said. "Then what's yours?" I asked. "I think you're going to find out before the night's over." Tom answered back. "Besides, it's my turn to ask the question." Sheila said. She had taken her arm away, but was still sitting right next to me. When she spoke, I had a feeling my confessions were just starting. "All right John. Now that we know you'd like to worship my feet, I'm going to ask you a very personal question. I'm pretty sure I know your answer. If your answer is what we think, then this part of the game is over, but our discussion will just be beginning. Since most men with a foot fetish are also sexually submissive, I'd like to know if you are?" I looked at Sheila and Tom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. They were both wearing poker faces. There was only one answer anyway, the truth. "Yes, I am a sexual submissive, subservient, slave, what ever you wish to call me." As soon as I said that, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I hope I didn't sound like a pervert to them. They both looked at each other and smiled. "We were hoping you'd say that." Tom said. "As I said earlier, Sheila and I aren't as naive as you might think. Since you've been doing most of the confessing, let us do some of our own. We've been swinging with the same two couples for almost ten years." I was shocked at his statement. I didn't say anything. "We're very good friends with them, John." Sheila said. "And we have an agreement that no one goes outside of the circle unless everyone knows. That never happened until about two years ago. That's when one of the couples acquired a slave. All of us had talked about D&S relationships before. And we have read a lot of material on it. However, no one in the group is submissive. The other two couples are very open sexually, but are as demanding as Tom and I. Well, almost as demanding. Anyway, the other couple kept going on how great it is to own a slave. So we asked them if they would mind bringing her to our next party." "We enjoyed her so much" Tom said. "Not only did we use her that night, the couple loaned her to us for the entire weekend." "God, it was great getting up the next morning and not having to worry about cleaning up the mess. She even brought us the paper and served us coffee in bed," Sheila smiled. "And of course the best part was the sex, she truly loved to serve. After that weekend we knew we had to find a slave for our own." "We placed an ad in some magazines," Tom said "And even interviewed a few potentials, in public places of course. But none of them seemed to be just right." "As you know John," Sheila said "Both of us have good careers going for us. We have to be very careful with whom we play with, especially when entering this lifestyle. We decided after several interviews that going with a stranger wouldn't work." "We almost gave up," Tom said "It just wasn't worth the risk of getting involved with someone who could ruin your life by exposing you to the wrong people. I mean, let's face it, most of society still thinks that D&S is whips and chains. They don't understand how mentally erotic it really is. God, the worst turnoff I could imagine is forcing someone to do something against their will." "Like Tom said, we had almost given up. Then last month I was shopping downtown and I ran into your ex. You know we always got along well with Susan. It was a shame you two couldn't work it out. Anyway, we decided to have lunch together. We had a couple of glasses of wine too many and started to talk about sex. Susan was saying she was very happy with her new husband in almost every way, but still missed your special talents. Of course my interest peaked. I asked her what were these special talents you had. She said she better not say. We had a little more wine and she spilled her guts. She told me you loved being a slave to her. She said you loved going down on her for hours. Susan also told me all about your foot fetish. She told me the sex became more and more D&S orientated. After a while it was too much for her. I guess you wanted to serve her full time, and she wanted a lover too. She still has fond memories of you. She's tried to get her husband Scott to submit a little, but I guess he's not the slave type. She even said the best of both worlds would be to have her husband as her lover, and you as her slave." "You should have seen how excited Sheila was when she came home late that afternoon." Tom said. "I thought she ran into the biggest sale of the year. I asked what she bought, and she told me nothing. Then why all the excitement I asked. She told me she had some possibly very good news, and we should go out to our favorite restaurant and talk about it. I asked her just to tell me now, but she insisted this could be worth celebrating." "Tom and I got a booth where we had total privacy. I got right to the point with him. Are you still interested in a slave, I asked. Tom almost choked on his drink. Of course I am he answered. I told him I think I might have found the perfect person, but there might be one problem. What kind of problem he asked. The person is a man, I told him." "Before she goes any further John, let me explain something first. I'm not gay. I have had some bi experiences with our circle of friends. I'm not going to lie to you. I really like being sucked by another man, but I don't like reciprocating. I guess it's kind of a power rush when I see another man down on his knees giving me head. And man, Sheila really gets hot watching." I couldn't believe I was hearing this. It was like I was in a trance. They were so open, so confident. Even when Tom admitted he was bi, he didn't hesitate a second. I was speechless, but hanging on to every word. "Tom didn't seem shocked when I told him it was a man." Sheila said. "Of course he asked who it was. I told him it was someone we both knew and trusted. He was really curious now. I then told him he's one of our best friends. Tom said, you mean John? The one and only, I said. I went on to explain that I had lunch with Susan and how she gave me the scoop on you. Tom and I talked about you for hours. When we got home, we talked about you for half the night, then had some of the best sex we've had in a long time the other half. That was the night we came up with the scheme to get you away for the weekend. I didn't have any plans to go shopping. This whole trip has been carefully planned. We're not trying to set you up, John. This is the only way we could be sure. You will always be one of our best friends. If you decide you don't want this relationship with us, nothing changes. We totally understand and accept your decision. If you decide you would like to serve us, you will still be our friend. However, you will also be our slave. We are very demanding John. We will not do anything against your will, but we will always be trying to expand your horizons. We have educated ourselves enough on this lifestyle to know that a true submissive really craves that feeling of being owned. Believe me when I tell you this John, if you decide to submit to us, we will own you." "We have a lot to talk about tonight John." Tom said. "We have questions for you, and I'm sure you have plenty for us. If you do decide to serve us, you should know that Sheila will be doing most of the training. It was her idea originally to find a slave. However, you will be serving both of us. The idea of you, and not some stranger, submitting to our every whim really turns me on." "Before we go any further" Sheila said "Tom and I need to know if we are wasting ours and your time talking about this possibility. I know we have to discuss lots of details, but does the idea of being our slave appeal to you?" The feelings I had at this moment were indescribable. I was turned on beyond belief. I was also scared as hell. I felt like I was in some erotic dream. I had absolutely no doubt I wanted to serve them. "The idea of being your slave," I said, "would be a dream come true. I have been with a few women who played the dominant role. It was a short term game to them, just another variety of sex. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for them trying out my fantasy, but it seemed it was never really their fantasy. You can't imagine how many times I've dreamed of being truly owned." Both Sheila and Tom smiled broadly. I could tell my answer pleased them very much. "Now that we know you find the idea appealing, let's cover the possible obstacles." Sheila said. "John, the only way we can get past this next part is to be very direct and honest. You will be expected to serve Tom sexually as well as myself. Do you have a problem with this?" "I'm not gay, and I've never been with another man. But I am a sexual submissive. Last night I was reading a story about a husband who served his wife and her male lover. Before I could finish the story, I had a very explosive orgasm. So, the answer to your question is I don't think I will have a problem with serving both of you." "Well the biggest obstacle is out of the way," Sheila smiled. I sensed they were both relieved after my answer. "Now I'm going to tell you what will be generally expected of you John. If you have any comments or questions feel free to jump in. You will not be allowed any sexual relief without our permission. You will not only be serving us sexually, but in many other ways also." "What are some of the other ways?" I asked. "Maid, chauffeur, cook, even as furniture." Sheila laughed. "Don't you think John would make a great footstool, Tom?" "You know, he would look good in front of our family room sofa," Tom chuckled. "We're not sadist John, but you can expect a certain amount of discipline, especially during the early training period." Sheila said. "You will also be expected to perform some very humiliating tasks." "And what might those be?" I asked. "We have to have some surprises, John," Sheila smiled. For the next minute Sheila and Tom both watched me closely. The night sounded so eerie. The crickets, the crackling of the fire, the leaves rustling from a light breeze. They all sounded amplified. I was waiting for their next move. Then Sheila spoke. "John." "Yes Sheila" "I have outlined what will be expected of you. If you do decide to submit, your servitude will start immediately. Your code word will be red. Anytime you truly just can't take anymore, no matter what it is, then use the code word. We will stop immediately. I realize there will be times you will be begging, even crying for mercy. If you do not use the code word John, there will be little or no mercy. Do you understand everything I have discussed? "Yes" I answered "Are you ready to make your decision?" Sheila asked. "Yes" "Then what is that decision, John?" "I would be honored to serve you both" I smiled. Tom scooted over right next to Sheila. They both hugged and kissed each other. I almost felt like an outsider looking in. Then Sheila looked at me. Her eye were filled with lust. She spoke with softness, calmness, and total confidence. "It's been a long night John. Tom and I are going to retire for the night. You will put out the fire, clean this mess up, and then ask permission to enter our tent." "As you wish Sheila" I said. "We might as well get this straight now John. When we are in private you will address me as Mistress, Ms. Sheila, or maam. You will address Tom as Master or sir. Is that understood?" "Yes Mistress." I said. Sheila turned her attention to Tom. "I think he's going to be well worth the wait." "I couldn't agree more" Tom smiled. "We'll see you inside the tent in no more than fifteen minutes, slave." Sheila said. "And make sure the fire is completely out." Tom added. "Yes sir." I replied. CONTINUED.... --------------45E64D6574BE--