My slave is called, "slave" – not capitalised. She was sitting next to me, resting her chin on her hand, staring out at the countryside passing by. We were driving to a cottage I had rented. slave had signed a contract for the weekend ceding control to me. She looked gorgeous. She had spent Friday afternoon away from work at the gym for a gentle workout, at the hairdresser's to get her hair fixed before spending an hour o...