Sighing deeply, jasmine drops her eyes again, watching the idle swirl that her fingers are making in the cool white sand. Watching the other subs with their Masters makes her happy for them but sad for herself. Will she never be chosen to serve? She had worked so hard on her lessons but she will never be like the small graceful gazelles that flit around the hall now serving their Masters. She was too tall and well built to be to the liking of most Masters, who preferred the small feminine bits of silk that served them now….CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE STORY