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table with his other hand, caressing her cheek lightly. "She is my beloved, and my toy. My slave, but also my wife. I cannot expect you to treat her exactly as I do. Please enjoy her as you will until I return."
    "And... in the event there is an accident with a condom?"
    "She's been sterilized. No chance of a pregnancy, and her most recent STD tests are here. Everything should be in order." More rustling paper. Molly felt embarrassed to be discussed so impersonally, but she knew these were the same questions she would want to know the answer to if she were put in charge of someone else's slave for a week.  
    Molly felt her Master's leg twitch slightly against her head. "If anything were to happen to her—just by chance, you understand—we see Dr. Preis up on Woodlawn. He has all her records and he knows her well."
    "Don't worry, Clayton. I won't break your toy. I plan to keep her in my rooms most of the time, and even when I bring her out to share she'll be well-protected. As you know, my private parties are even more exclusive than my Club events. I am very careful about who I allow to use my slaves. Now, if you don't mind, may I address your slave for a moment? On her feet?"
    "Certainly." Her Master yanked the collar gently and Molly pushed up off the floor out of obedience more than willingness. She stood beside the table as both men sat looking at her.
    "Master Mephisto wishes to speak to you, Molly," her Master said.
    Molly. He only called her Molly when they were vanilla, interacting as equals. She wanted to shrink into herself, but her Master pinched her thigh and ordered her to stand up straighter.
    "Molly," Mephisto said with a smile. "I promised your Master to take good care of you this week with his permission, but I require consent from one more person."
    She bit her lip, blushing. "Yes, Sir."
    "Do you agree to act as my slave this week, giving me your complete trust and obedience?"
    "Yes, Sir. If it pleases my Master."
    Mephisto smiled at the man to his right, and Molly felt her Master's hand touch hers. "Answer for yourself, Molly. Do you consent? Leave me out of it for the moment. He requires your permission."
    She looked lost. "But Master! I don't want to leave you out of it."
    Now Mephisto laughed and clapped her Master on the back. "Enough. That works for me, Clayton. I'm getting the sense that as long as you're willing, she's willing." He sobered and looked back at her. "What a very smitten slave you are. Your Master is fortunate."
    She saw a look pass over her Master's face. She was very sensitive to his expressions and she got the feeling he found Mephisto's tone not completely to his liking. A moment later he rattled her leash and she thankfully sank back to her knees. She had a feeling her Master would be leaving soon. He doubtless had much to do to prepare for his trip, and with her consent granted, there was not much left to do but surrender her into Mephisto's care. She pressed her cheek against his knee, huddled against his calf underneath the table. Fears and worries crowded her head. Where was he going? What if his plane crashed? What if there was a car accident?
    What if he met another slave he liked more than her?
    She bit her tongue to stop herself from pleading with him to stay, or to take her with him. Why did he not just take her along? Because she might be a distraction. Because, perhaps, he needed a break from her sometimes. The true answer, of course, was that he did as he wished, and it was not her place to demand an explanation. He did not wish to take her on his trip. He wished her to serve Mephisto in his absence. She existed to fulfill his every wish. Her fingers clutched his calf, but she resigned herself to going with Mephisto willingly. She heard, with great dread, parting words. Final thanks to Mephisto, a rueful joke about how firmly she'd adhered herself to his leg.
    "Well then, she's yours," said her Master with a sigh. Not a sad sigh. She could tell his mind was already