Mistress wanted me as Her pet at the Dèmonia Party in Paris, so I booked Her – and myself – a flight and a hotelroom for a couple of nights. Somehow She had a change of heart, because She’d brought a new slave along with Her and She told me to make myself scarce. Luckily we had arranged to meet several other Mistresses and slaves to do some sightseeing, so I enjoyed myself. In the early afternoon we went into a small restaurant near the Eiffel Tower. Mistress and Her new toy were sitting at one end of the table and I was sitting with the rest of the group at the other end, close to the door. The door opened and a beautiful Lady came in who had arranged to meet us there. She smiled at me and said: “Hello, what do we have here?” Mistress erupted from Her chair, crashing Her hand on the table: “He’s MINE!” You could hear a pin drop and even the waiters seemed frozen on the spot. You see, you don’t have to be in the spotlights all the time; You’re Her property till She says otherwise.