The biggest surprise of all, though, was when a teenage girl commented to Mistress that no matter how much money she spent, she couldn’t polish a turd like me. Xxnx She turned to my ex owner, held out her hand, and commanded, “The key, you bastard!” She took the chain off my ankle, placed clothes on the bed, and then told me to, “Take off the cheap shit and put these on, honey.”
I looked at the quality of the clothes I was being given, and instinctively I knew that I had found an owner who would treat me very well, despite my age and the amount of miles I had on the clock; I had, after all, been round the block a few times.
