EXTRACT FOR
Public Submission
(Faye Valentine)

Getting dressed, Natasha and I got into our respective cars and drove to the studio for what would be our second shoot ??" the first being our lobby interview, When we got there we were greeted by a thirty-something woman with long black hair pulled back in a braid and milky white breasts spilling out of a way-too-tight corset. "Sorry ladies, but we'll be closing soon."

"Um, we're here to do a shoot with Tyson," I replied. He said to be here at five-thirty."

"Ah, you must be Ellie and Natasha. I'm Penelope. Just to make sure you are who you say you are can I see some identification please?" We showed her our driver's license. She handed them back and then got on the phone. "Hello Master, Penelope. Your six o'clock is here. They look good enough to eat. Mmm hmm. Thigh-high boots and all. I'll let them know, Master." She hung up and gave us a smile. "He's running a bit late so you can have a seat and he'll be out as soon as he's finished with his current shoot."

"Yes Ma'am."

"So, Tyson finally found his slaves, huh? Nice."

"Submissives," Natasha corrected her. "We still have two years before deciding if we want to accept being slaves."

"In any case you belong to him for the next two years and believe you me he's going to thoroughly train you both to obey every command and please every partner."

"Has he done this before?" I asked, feeling silly as soon as the words left my mouth. "Nevermind, stupid question. He's probably trained a hundred women."

"Six, and you're looking at one of them. The first actually. So I speak from experience when I say by the end of your contract you'll be fully trained submissives willing to do everything not on your list of hard limits and he'll train those out of you when you accept him as your owner. I know what you're thinking. I thought the very same, but guess what? All six of us did and all six of us are slaves. Honestly, you should just accept the inevitable and become his sex slaves now."

"I think I'll wait until the end of the contract," Natasha replied.

"Same," I added. "There are some pretty fucked up things on my hard limit list and there's no way in hell I'll ever willingly do them."

"We all thought the same thing. You are, of course, able to decide for yourselves, but take my word for it, you're not only going to do every single one of them you're going to beg him to train you to do them. Nice outfits by the way. And I meant what I said on the phone. I'd eat you both all night."

"What's stopping you?" I asked, teasing her by raising my dress up over my hips.

"That's a sight I'd like to see," Tyson said from the doorway "but we have a shoot to do and we're running out of daylight. Follow me, ladies." Getting to our feet, we followed him out of the building and to an SUV in the parking lot.