The clock read 6:15. I stand in front of the mirror to freshen up because Sir always likes me to look my best for him when he comes home. I apply a coat of mascara, swipe a gloss over my lips and give my brunette curls one last shake, before spritzing a light perfume on my pulse points and heading downstairs into the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready. I am twenty-two and fresh out of college. It was there that I met Sir. H...