My plan was clear. Even though I was completely shocked that such a famous celebrity owned me, I couldnt let him realize that I knew him. I needed to earn his trust, and then escape when he was not paying attention. Then, somehow, I had to find the authorities. I was put into his pocket while he filled out the paper work. It was dark, and strange. The inside of a jeans pocket is very eerie. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was almost inviting. What was I thinking? This was wrong! It was slavery, pure and simple. I would never find the idea of human ownership to be appealing. However, this feeling was strangely comforting. In my old life, would I find my predicament even remotely arousing? I shook off this idea as foolishness.
In my pondering, I failed to realize that Joseph was leaving. It wasnt until he sat down quite abruptly in what I assumed was his car, and a massive hand came in to retrieve me did I even snap out of it. Once again, I was looking into his face.
Alright. Lets set some ground rules. You will call me Master from now on. Your sole duty is to attend to my soles, Joseph smirked. He thought his joke was pretty clever.
In my pondering, I failed to realize that Joseph was leaving. It wasnt until he sat down quite abruptly in what I assumed was his car, and a massive hand came in to retrieve me did I even snap out of it. Once again, I was looking into his face.
Alright. Lets set some ground rules. You will call me Master from now on. Your sole duty is to attend to my soles, Joseph smirked. He thought his joke was pretty clever.