slave. function one.
1.
I am a hard worker. I am owned, and felicitous to be so. I exist purely to please my skipper, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always quick to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the out-of-door world, to be just a pretty ash grey chandelier with a baseball diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that.
It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for him to bonk that I had submitted to him entirely. I had spent an evening serving him, preparing his food, pouring his drinks and lighting his cigarettes, and was sat naked at his ft awaiting his next command.
"Kneel"professional commands me.
I positioned myself in strawman of Master, my legs tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, foundation together, stifle slightly apart. My hands rested on my second joint with my palms upturned, my principal bowed and my heart on the floor.
"What is the purpose of your existence, hard worker ?"he asked me.
"To obey you, Master."I replied.
"Kneel up and glower your head."He ordered.
I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did victor leant forward and fastened the beautiful Ag chain, bearing his initial, around my neck.
"This chain of mountains sign my possession of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all times, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may prefer to repay you. As long as you wear it you are mine and I will protect and care for you."
And since that day I have never taken it off. I am majestic to fall apart the symbolization of my meekness and it is also a great consolation to me when I am separated from original, knowing that I belong to him and that he cares for me.

2.
I do not live with Master. When I am not with him he will broadcast me a text message to muster me when he requires me. If I am not there within 15 minutes I will be punished. If I ever need to go somewhere that will mean I am unable to respond in this fourth dimension, I must get exceptional permission from professional.
penalty for failing to please passkey vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master's knee, but if lord is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as penalization as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the bulwark, or will spend the day serving master on my mitt and knees. But my worst penalization is to be banished. Being out to see overlord and being ignored by him, sometimes for several Clarence Shepard Day Jr., is the most painful penalty I can receive.
At the affectionateness of my submission to my original is, of path, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a striver I am expected to go on my body fix to be used at all times. All my body fuzz must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear bird, not pant, and am forbidden from wearing scanty at anytime. master copy must stimulate free access to me at all times.
cipher matters but Master's pleasure and expiation. My pleasure all comes from serving Master, it doesn't matter how painful or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the greatest pleasure I can receive.

3.
Not long after Master had taken ownership of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favourite activities. Within ten instant I was knocking on his door.
"Enter and dispatch your clothes"he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, center down to await his adjacent instructions.
Master eventually spoke ;"Who does your body belong to break one's back ?"
"You Master"I replied
"And you give it to me without question ?"he continued.
"Yes, professional"
"Then on your men and knee"he commanded.
I did as I was told ; this was aught strange, skipper often liked to roll in the hay my pussy this way. Today though I knew he had something dissimilar in mind.
"Today you are going to learn to have your ass fucked like a good little slave"he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my stomach clench with fear. He must accept felt my body tense as he said,
"You want principal to be pleased with his slave don't you ?"
"Yes Master,"I whispered"I do."
"good miss, then just slow down and do as your told and master key will be very pleased."
I felt his strong hands begin to gently stroke my buttocks, occasionally wandering between my thighs and brushing the back talk of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to loose and savor myself, but I was soon reminded that we weren't there for my pleasure.
"delay your impertinence apart"he commanded.
He then began to run his fingerbreadth, still wet from my pussy, around the bound of my closely lilliputian asshole. Immediately I tensed up,
"I told you to relax."He said"Do I need to penalize you ?"
"No lord"I responded"I can do it."
"Let's hope so,"he continued"because I am going to put my turncock up your ass, and if you don't relax it is really going to suffer you."
I made every elbow grease to slack my body as master's fingerbreadth continued to circle my bunghole. Then he reached circle in front man of me and held out his finger's breadth for me to absorb. With his digit now even wetter he began to gently press it against my crocked ring. Gradually, as I began to unlax, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle deep, and I have to admit it felt good. Master could tell I was enjoying myself.
"Energy Department that palpate good slave ?"He hissed as I let out a little groan of pleasure,"I think I've got myself a slutty little striver who likes her ass fucked"
He started to then puzzle out two fingers into my slopped gob, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the feeling of Master's finger's breadth filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really relish myself he removed his fingerbreadth from me and I let out a small sigh of disappointment, but he certainly hadn't finished with me yet.
"bandstand"I was ordered, and headmaster took my paw and led me to the couch. When we reached the arm he put his hand on my back and gently pushed me forward so I was bent over it, my bottom in the air, presented to Master, make for him to use or maltreat at will. He roughly pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and I felt the head of his vast cock pressing against my ring. I felt my stomach tighten again, there was no way he could fit inside me is there ?
Master thrust hard against me, and I was pushed hard against the sofa. I cried out in pain, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my watchword seemed to come alive him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the head of his stopcock ram deep into my ass. Pain seared through me and crying rolled down my face but I would never ask him to stop. My job was to give master key pleasure and my body belongs to him, and much as it hurt me physically the pleasure I got from knowing I was doing as I had been ordered was immense.
Master had slowed his shot down now and was slowly but firmly fucking my asshole. With each shot he went a fiddling deeper until his whole pecker was buried inscrutable inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so wide of cock and it felt incredible.
"Thank you Master"I whispered breathlessly"Thank you"
With this, he increased his speed so he was pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming roughly back into me until he was buried clump deep in my ass. It didn't take long doing this before I heard Master cry out and then with a recollective grunt he shot his to the full load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent peter out of me he whispered"Good Girl, you've been a dependable slave"and kissed me gently on the top of my head and I knew there was no feeling as good as the one I got from pleasing Master.

4.
Since original had initiated me in his use of my ass he decided I should undergo some preparation to wee for certain I was always ready to incur him and the future evening presented me with a great, black butt spark plug. Having bent me across his stifle he gently inserted the fire hydrant into my ass.
"You will fag out this until I tell you that you may absent it."He said"Now go home."
Sitting in the car on the way home was really uncomfortable at first but by the time I had arrived home base I had grown used to the feeling of the chaw inside me and was beginning to enjoy it. It was a constant reminder of what my biography had become. I had accepted Masters convention entirely and was under his constant control whether he was with me or not, and I realised that this was a place I was completely happy to be in.
I went about my evening as usual, preparing supper then taking a bathing tub. When I got into bed it took all my possession not to bear upon myself, not to make myself cum. It wouldn't have taken much but skipper had forbidden myself from ever pleasuring myself without his consent and however turned on I was I would never disobey him. Eventually I fell asleep.
At 4 am the next morning I was woken by a message on my phone.
"I hope you've still got it in"it said"or there will be trouble. beam me a photo immediately so I know you're being a good girl."
Of course of action I did as I was told instantly."Good"was the reply,"keep it in until I tell you otherwise remember."
At last, at 8 o'clock the next break of the day I received the content instructing me to bump off the plug until I met sea captain again that evening, when Master would reinsert it after he had used my ass for his pleasure again. This was to be the subject every night until headmaster was happy with my progress.

5.
Several calendar month passed and I continued devotedly as superior's slave. One evening he called me to him and told me he had authoritative news. It was news that would take my loyalty to him to a whole new storey. maestro had bought a small cottage that was situated just past the end of his garden. This was to be my new home. schoolmaster told me I would resign from my job with immediate effect and I was to sell the family I owned in the nearby town. I was to be kept by passe-partout from now on. He wanted memory access to me 24hrs a day, 7 daylight a week. Total control of my living. I would be given a credit bill for my day to day disbursal and the money from the sales agreement of my menage would be put into an history that I would be given should Master and I ever end our arrangement.
Master would give a key to my new home and I must be ready to encounter him at any time. I would come in to his home morning and evening to prepare and serve him his breakfast and dinner. I would not be permitted to join him for these meals unless invited to do so. Every Sunday would be punishment day when I would welcome punishment for any misdemeanours I had committed during the workweek ; I would also invite ten strokes of the cane every Billy Sunday, regardless of whether I had displeased passe-partout or not. This was to wait on as a admonisher of my position and to strengthen the Julian Bond between slave and Master.
A unornamented bedroom in my new bungalow had been prepared for this purpose and also for any other occasion Master had to punish or restrain me. It contained a stake with restraints at the top and bottom where my ankles and wrists would be fastened, my blazonry high above me and legs spread apart with a strap around my waist to hold me against the post. This is where I would receive whippings from passe-partout as I would be unable to flinch from the lashes, whether he chose to give them on my thighs, posterior or breasts. Also in the room was a large padded table with restraints at each corner, again for my wrists and angles, this meant that I could be spread across the table for Master's use on either my front man or back and would be unable to fill up my legs, whatever schoolmaster chose to do to me or whatever he prefer to do it with. Finally there was a form of faeces on which I could kneel and bend forward, my abdomen and chest supported, where I would receive my weekly canings. It caused my prat to be raised and presented to Master, perfectly positioned for this purpose.
The relief of the menage had been very comfortably furnished with everything I could ever necessitate, apart from the closed book held in that one bedroom no-one could have known that it was the home of a women being kept solely to dish up a Master.

6.
I handed in my bill the very next morning and visited the land agent to put my family on the market place. I was moving into my bungalow that afternoon ; I had never felt so happy, so unloose. From now on in aliveness I had only one concern ; Master's joy. I had always known I was born to serve, that it was my calling and now I could commit my life history to it. And at that moment I knew that I loved my Master with all my heart and that I truly would do anything for him. Anything at all.
I arrived at the bungalow at 12.30 as Master had asked for lunch at 1. I prepared the food and went up to his firm in time to lay his tiffin out for him, ready for when he stopped working at one. As instruct I had prepared myself a small total of lunch in a bowl and placed it next to the photographic plate of food I had prepared for passkey, I then knelt side by side to Master's chair to wait for him to arrive. Around 1.30 Master entered the room ; he would often plow up later than the time we had arranged, enjoying the persuasion of waiting obediently for him on my articulatio genus. He leant over and kissed the top of my head.
"Good girl,"he said, looking at the intellectual nourishment on the table."Just what I wanted. On your deal and genu now, Slave. And I want you naked."
I obeyed at once of course, removing all my clothes quickly, folding them neatly and dropping to my hands and knee. professional, who was now seated at the tabular array, took the sports stadium of food for thought I had put next to his plateful and placed it on the floor in front line of me.
"You may now eat"he stated"but you may not use your hands, only your mouth."
So that is how I spent my first meal as Master's full time Slave, eating from a bowl on the trading floor like an animal at my overlord's fundament. Master seemed to savour watching me eat this way, and would regularly achieve out and stroke my fanny, sometimes giving them a penetrating smacking, before softly stroking them again.
Once he had finished eating Master stood up saying
"You may stand and retain your day now Slave."
And with that he left the room.

7.
That Sunday morning time I was to receive my first caning in the new punishment room. Master had instructed me to be stood at the Post, naked of course of study, with my leg apart and my hired man clasped behind my neck at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this position, it thrust my knocker forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that morning, presumably lament to punish his Slave in the room he had designed himself. He spent respective moments just looking at me stood there and running his fingerbreadth over my naked skin very gently, instantly arousing me and making me shiver. I felt the wetness from between my leg begin to trickle down my thigh. I heard Master laugh to himself as he noticed this.
"My horny little slut"he laughed,"if you're a near young lady and necessitate your penalisation like the submissive little striver I know you are, I might make out you afterwards. You would like that wouldn't you ?"
"Yes Master, I would wish that very much."I replied breathlessly.
"I knew you would"he laughed, and with that he spread my ankles farther apart and secured them with the restraints, then lifting my custody high gear above my promontory and securing them as well. He then tightened the strap around my shank so I was completely immobile.
He then walked slowly to a closet on the paries and spent some prison term selecting a cane from the choice I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in front of me and held it on his outstretched palms up to my face.
"You have behaved well this workweek slave"he said"so you will find just 10 apoplexy of the cane."
"You will count each one out loud in a cleared articulation. After each stroke you will give thanks me and ask if you may have another. If you fail to do this I will repeat that stroke until you do. Do you interpret ?"
"Yes Master"I replied in a clear voice.
He then walked behind me and spent a few moments caressing my nates and letting his fingerbreadth wander between my wooden leg to my kitty, feeling how wet I had now become. Then without warning he bought the cane down hard across my buttocks. The pain was searing and my buttocks immediately began to cauterize. I couldn't help but cry out in pain and I felt the hot sticker of weeping in my eyes and down my cheeks. I hadn't forgotten Master's orders though.
"One"I said clearly"Thank you Sir, please may I take another ?"
And with that I felt the second stroke, even more sore than the first. But I am an obedient striver and I counted each stroke, always saying thank you and always asking for another, all the way up to ten.
"Good girl"Master said"Master is very proud to own a slave as obedient and subservient as you."
I was delighted, nothing made me as felicitous as hearing that from maestro, and I was already looking forward to next week's caning so I could please master key so lots again.

8.
"You accepted your penalization well, my picayune slave"Master went on."And now I will sleep together you."
With that he released my simplicity from the post and led me to the table he had installed in the room. As I stood facing the mesa he knelt behind me and gently overspread my branch all-embracing. Having done this he took some soft cords and bound my ankles to the mesa stage. Having done this he placed his hand softly between my shoulder joint vane and firmly but slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over the tabular array. He walked around to the other end of the table and took my hands, stretched my arms out in front of me and fastened them to the corners of the table. He stepped back and smiled, pleased with his work. Leaning forward he kissed me softly and lovingly on the lips and I raised my head the best I could to run across him.
"My darling striver,"he whispered"I do love you very much."
He walked back round the tabular array so he was behind me again and began to stroke my still sore buttocks. His bridge player gradually got low-pitched so they were stroking the back of my thighs, and even more gradually he allowed his fingers to retrace their way towards my wet, shaven pussy. I shuddered as I felt the tender excitement building between my stage. As the wetness began to run down my thighs Master knelt down behind me and began to run his tongue incredibly lightly up the inside of my thighs, tasting my succus as he did so. My clit was throbbing hard now and I writhed against my adherence hardly able to contain myself. As he reached my twat I was unable to block up myself letting out a foresightful moan of pleasure.
"still my darling"Master laughed"or I will be forced to gag you, won't I ?"
"Yes Master"I gasped.
lord laughed to himself again and began to gently sting and pull at my pussy mouth with his teeth while still allowing his hot clapper to flit across my clitoris. I groaned again, ineffective to arrest myself. master key abruptly stopped what he was doing and walked across to the cupboard he had earlier fetched the cane from. I could not see what he was getting from my position on the mesa but it soon became readable as he approached my head.
"Open your lip wide."He commanded.
I obeyed and he placed in my mouth the globe of a clod gag and tightened the leather shoulder strap. My mouth was now held open and very full, my spit pushed to the can of my lip. I could hardly have made a strait if I had wanted to.
After he had tightened the strap around my headland master copy immediately returned to his position behind me. This clip he began to go two digit into my now sopping wet muddle. With his fingers thrusting inside me, hitting my g-spot as they did so, he used his thumb to roughly rub my throbbing button. I was writhing around, ineffectual to incorporate the excitement and pleasure that was building inside me.
"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission"Master ordered firmly and withdrew his hand from between my peg and my pussy ached at the personnel casualty. Almost immediately though Master slammed his huge, operose pecker right inside my hot, wet pussycat and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold in myself much longer. He continued thrusting into me, hard and mysterious then very slowly withdrawing, so only the tip of his cock remained inside me, before ramming himself powerfully back inside me again. I was shaking hard now and superior knew I couldn't death much longer.
"Cum"he said simply.
And I did, wafture of hot delight swept through me, from between my ramification, spreading throughout the eternal rest of my torso so strongly, I was almost convulsing in my bonds, screaming into my gag.
"commodity daughter, cum for Master"professional said softly, stroking my hair, his stopcock still cryptic inside me, and with one last thrust I felt him fool his hot cum into my pussy.

9.
month passed and I continued to serve Master as I always had, and I was glad. One afternoon Master let himself into my cottage and called me to him. Within arcsecond I was kneeling at his infantry, my center on the floor.
"We are going out this afternoon,"he told me."There is person I want you to meet."
Without saying anything else we got into his car and set off.
Eventually Master spoke."I have a very exceptional job for you my darling"he said."The Lester Willis Young ma'am we are going to fulfil has been introduced to me by a good friend of mine. She has shown herself to be very slavish and is swell to suffice me as a slave."
As I heard this I was overwhelmed with jealousy and concern. overlord had found a new slave. What would this mean for me ? Why had he done this ? Had I let him down ? Was he bored of me ? I fought the snag back. lord looked at me and laughed out loud.
"Oh my darling slave !"he laughed,"don't worry ! You still go to me, I adore you and I would never be without you. This new hard worker is for us both. You will train her to one day be as howling a slave as you. She will populate with you, and serve you and when I call for her you will bring her to me and you will instruct her in how to serve me. It will be an honour for you, to train her for me and an honour for her to be trained by you. She will consume the dear possible jump in her lifespan as a submissive with you as her mistress."
Relief swept through me, I was still apprehensive of course, but knowing that my position with Master was safe was all that mattered.
We arrived outside a turgid block of flats ; Master spoke on the intercom at the door and we were buzzed in. I followed captain up the stairs and to the social movement door of one of the flatbed. Without us having to criticise the door was opened by a Cy Young young woman of 18, as I was later to notice out, who immediately dropped to her knee in front of us. She was wearing a short, deep red silk dressing nightie, which I suspected she was nude underneath. Her blonde tomentum fell in indulgent wave over her shoulder joint ; she had long slim legs and on her animal foot wore a pair of smuggled stiletto horseshoe. It was prosperous to see why Master wished to possess her and again another secure waving of jealousy washed through my body, though I knew I would very much enjoy having her at my mercy and the punishments I would inflict on her.
"A good start, wouldn't you agree Slave ?"Master asked me."She is all yours now, the offset thing you need to do is give her the name by which we will call her. What will it be ?"
"With your approval maestro, I do not believe she has earned the right to a name yet. Until she has, I would favor just to foretell her X."I replied.
"Very good striver, I thoroughly approve. X, osculate your new fancy woman'human foot to let her sleep with you submit to her entirely at my command."
At once X crawled towards me, lowered her head and gently kissed each of the iron heel I was wearing.
"Slave, I will forget you alone with X for one hour, I will then come back to collect to you both. See that she is set and understands the canonical demeanour I expect from you both. If she fails to take after these rules it is you, Slave, who will be punished."
"Yes Master"I replied, and Master left the flat.

10.
Having been zippo but slavish for many years now being in control of individual else was a very strange situation for me, but I was determined to do a well job of training X for Master.
X was still on her hands and knees at my metrical foot."Follow me like that X"I told her and made my way into the pocket-sized waiting area domain. X obediently did as I asked."The first thing you need to learn is how you will kneel whilst you wait for Master or Mistress'commands"I told her,"On your knees and sit back on your heels."
X did so."feast your knee wider and place your work force palm up on your thighs."I corrected, using the toe of my boot to force the young woman legs further apart."sea captain must be able to see your most private area whenever he wishes. Now remove your gown."
I looked down at X kneeling naked before me on the trading floor, her heart looking demurely down in front of her. Between her stage was soft, blond pubic hair, its dampness showing that she was enjoying her training. But lovely as she looked I knew skipper would not reserve her to celebrate any hair on her body. I would have to shave her. I explained this to X. She obediently rose at my orders and went in to the bathroom ; she soon came back out carrying a bowling ball of warm water system, towels, razor and can of shaving foam.
"bed covering a towel on the sofa and lie back on it."I told her.
She lay back along the distance of the sofa, her knees bent and her legs wide-eyed apart. I stood for a second, just looking at her youth, damp pussy and was surprised to witness myself becoming aroused by the sight.
"Clasp your hands behind your neck opening"I instructed her."That is how master key will bear you to lie or place upright unless instruct otherwise."
I took the can of foam and sprayed a generous measure on my hands ; I began to massage it gently into the soft cumulation of hair that was surrounding X's pussy. I heard her pant as my hands caressed her most sensitive region. I could sense my own kitty-cat become increasingly wet and my clit beginning to shudder as I touched my beautiful young slave. I reached for the razor and very carefully began shaving the hair from X. It didn't take farsighted before I had removed it all and rinsed and dried her. Lying there with her newly shaved cunt X looked irresistible and I knew that I just had to taste her sweet, wet pussy. I took her hand and led her through to the bedroom, laying her back on the bed in the same position I had laid her in to shave her. I lay on my stomach between her legs, placed my custody on her privileged thighs and gently pushed them apart. Leaning forward I tentatively placed my glossa on the backtalk of her puss and tasted her juices ; I had never tasted a charwoman before and was very turned on by what I was experiencing. She tasted so safe. I pushed my spit deeper inside her and began to slowly and firmly lap at her pussy, letting my clapper flick against her clit. X let out a long, oceanic abyss groan which just served to spur me on ; I put my whole mouth over her hot cunt and began to wet-nurse strong on her backbreaking petty clit. X began to squirm strongly, pushing her thigh against my paw, which were still forcing them apart. To her credit she managed to stay on in the stead I had put her in with her hands behind her neck despite the fact she was coming increasingly close to a powerful orgasm. I slowed things down a bit and began to probe inside her sweet, wet pickle with my tongue ; I licked up her juices and gently bit on her cunt's rim. When I felt she couldn't take much more I put my lips around her clit again, and gently holding it between my teeth sucked her to an incredible climax. She screamed and writhed and bucked against me, her whole eubstance shaking as she came before she fell back exhausted and limp on the bed. I was going to delight having X as my striver I decided !

11.
time was getting on and I needed to suffer X set for master's imminent return. The first matter needed was a shower. Finding X in the state I had left her in would intend sealed penalization for me. I set the shower running and ordered X to stand in there, arms and legs broad apart. I soaped up a leech and began to carefully wash her pile, explaining to her all the meter what I was doing, as this was how I would require her to bathe me when requested to do so.
I moved the quick study all over her torso, covering her with a rich lather of bubbles. When it came to her most confidant areas I used my fulsome paw to clean, being careful to be thorough, as I knew skipper would wish to scrutinise her later, without arousing her, or me for that matter, too a lot again. I took the shower head and rinsed the bubbles from her, then used it to wet her pilus ; she tipped her head back obligingly, causing her full young breasts to be thrusting forward. As she stood there, wet and glistening from the shower, she looked truly beautiful. I knew I mustn't get distracted though ; I had a job to do for captain. I poured shampoo into my helping hand and began to lather her long blonde hair. When it was rinsed I turned off the shower I took a magnanimous towel and wrapped it around X, gently rubbing her dry. Master had always been a loving and caring Master to me and I hoped I could be the Saame to X. I had often heard superior say you could only get the upright from your slaves by making them feel loved and them wanting nada more than to please you ; I knew that he was right.
When X was warm and dry I instructed her to kneel as I had earlier shown her.
"From now on X"I explained"you will only wear skirts not trouser, and you will never wear panties. Master and schoolma'am must take in rid memory access to you at all times. Is that understood ?"
"Yes Mistress."X mumbled.
"You will speak clearly when schoolma'am asks you a question"I reprimanded her."Now, what did you say ?"
"Yes Mistress."She spoke clearly this time.
"Good"I praised and smiled down at X."Now get yourself dressed and I will be waiting for you in the lounge. You have precisely 10 instant. If you are a moment longsighted you will be punished on Sunday with ten strokes of the cane for every moment you are lately. Now go and get ready."
I could see a look of panic in X's eyes and could see she was do-or-die to speak but didn't dare question me. I decided on this occasion to be merciful as Master was to me when I first began my training.
"Is there something you wished to ask me X ?"I said.
X hesitated for a moment then spoke."I don't have a vigil schoolmistress ; I will not know when 10 min is up."
"Then you'd better hurry"I replied, and with that I left the way to expect in the lounge.

12.
Twelve minute later X arrived in the lounge. I did not tell her how longsighted she had been, or that it would intend an excess twenty dollar bill strokes of the cane come Billy Sunday. I thought it would do her commodity to vex about it until then, wondering how much of a caning her virgin behind would incur ! It would also process as a estimable reminder that a practiced slave must always be cognizant of clip if they are to attend to their master or kept woman well.

To be continued .........