Chapter 3

About five minutes later, Yuriko opened the door and the other woman walked out. She beckoned to Lace, who got up and walked into the bedroom. The door was closed.

“Well, I’m still in the running,” the girl said. She held out her hand. “I’m Tex,” she drawled. Her voice sounded southern and had that cowhand twang to it.

I shook it. “Mishy.”

We sat there in nervous silence and waited.

Five minutes later, Mistress Yuriko and Lace returned.

Yuriko looked at the paper in her hand.

“You’re Mishy?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mishy is an uncommon name in the English-speaking world.”

“It’s short for Micheleen.”

She considered it for a moment. “You should use your full name. It has a better feeling. Come.”

She ushered me into the other room.

“Hold your arms out to the side,” she said as she closed the door.

I did.

“And take your shirt off.”

She stepped up to me, after I had lifted my shirt over my head, and inspected my breasts.

“Are you a submissive or a masochist?”