"Of all the --" She began to mutter under her breath, cutting herself off.<br/><br/>He'd use her name<i>if she was good</i>? What the hell kind of control freak was this? Oh well, she had agreed, and that was that. Besides, he wasn't unattractive to look at, and his wheels weren't anything to take for granted either. Piebald held close, she followed after him. She waited for him to enter the limo first. Well, he wanted a good slave? She could play the "good" slave -- and make him just want it bad. So as she stepped in, she arched her leading leg and spread her legs just enough to give a glimpse of the pink panties under her skirt before she sat down across from him.<br/><br/>"So -- Master," She paused at the title, justifiably not used to using it, "What kind of place you got? Plenty of --" A salicious grin, oh yes, this slave would be "good" -- good and fiery, "-- nice beds?"<br/><br/>She wanted to laugh at herself. The girl who's first encounter was with a Canadian Mountie recruit when she had been but fifteen and her she was playing dirty games as a sex slave-to-be. Mother would be horrified.