:: I want you to be my slave. {"position":"990,990"} <><><><>"Neither," [[you|You]] say. "I want you to be my slave." [[Belinda]] looks at you and considers you very carefully. You never waver with your gaze and she suddenly looks disappointed. "Aw," she says. "Damn it! I never get a pussy slave. Even [[Molly]] tops me and she's supposed to work for me. I thought you'd be different since.... Well, no offense, but you were a real wimp as a boy." She sighs in resignation. "All right, Parker, you're in charge. I was planning on going to the Cat Scratch Club tonight, if that's all right with you." [[Agree.|The Cat Scratch Club]] [[I have another idea. Something a little more private.]]<><>"What if I wanted you to be my slave?" [[you|You]] ask. [[Belinda]] laughs. "Nice try, Parker, but you and I both know you don't have the steel for that. Now do you want me to show you the ropes or do you want to be my slave?" [[I want you to show me the ropes.]] [[I guess I want to be your slave.]] [[I just want to get to know you better.]]<>