Slave. section one.
1.
I am a hard worker. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my master key, in every prospect of his aliveness, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my cervix is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a baseball field 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 lie with that I had submitted to him entirely. I had spent an evening serving him, preparing his food, pouring his drinks and lighting his coffin nail, and was sat naked at his foundation awaiting his next command.
"kneeling"passe-partout commands me.
I positioned myself in front line of lord, my pegleg tucked under me so that I was sitting on my bounder, pes together, human knee slightly apart. My hands rested on my thighs with my medal upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor.
"What is the function of your macrocosm, Slave ?"he asked me.
"To obey you, Master."I replied.
"Kneel up and lower your head."He ordered.
I did so and he told me to keep back my hair up. When I did Master slant forward and fastened the beautiful flatware chain, bearing his initial, around my neck.
"This string signals my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all time, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may choose 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 proud to wear out the symbolization of my submission and it is also a slap-up ease to me when I am separated from master key, knowing that I belong to him and that he cares for me.

2.
I do not experience with master copy. When I am not with him he will send me a text content to come up 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 have in mind I am unable to reply in this time, I must get special permission from Master.
penalization for failing to please Master vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master's knee, but if Master is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as punishment as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the nook facing the paries, or will spend the day serving lord on my deal and articulatio genus. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being out to see captain and being ignored by him, sometimes for several daytime, is the most painful punishment I can receive.
At the heart of my submission to my sea captain is, of course, that my consistence belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a hard worker I am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all sentence. All my body hairsbreadth must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear chick, not pant, and am forbidden from wearing panties at anytime. headmaster must have barren accession to me at all times.
Nothing matters but Master's pleasure and gratification. My delight all comes from serving maestro, it doesn't matter how painful or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the big joy I can receive.

3.
Not long after passe-partout had taken ownership of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favorite activities. Within ten moment I was knocking on his door.
"Enter and take out your dress"he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the storey, center down to await his succeeding instructions.
Master eventually spoke ;"Who does your torso belong to Slave ?"
"You Master"I replied
"And you give it to me without question ?"he continued.
"Yes, Master"
"Then on your workforce and genu"he commanded.
I did as I was told ; this was zippo unusual, victor often liked to eff my kitty this way. Today though I knew he had something different in mind.
"Today you are going to learn to have your ass fucked like a good little striver"he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my stomach clench with fright. He must have felt my physical structure tense as he said,
"You want Master to be pleased with his Slave don't you ?"
"Yes Master,"I whispered"I do."
"trade good girl, then just relax and do as your told and Master will be very pleased."
I felt his stiff handwriting begin to gently stroke my tail end, occasionally wandering between my thigh and brushing the lips of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to slack and enjoy myself, but I was soon remind that we weren't there for my delight.
"handle your buttock apart"he commanded.
He then began to run his finger's breadth, still wet from my slit, around the edge of my nasty little asshole. Immediately I tensed up,
"I told you to relax."He said"Do I need to punish you ?"
"No skipper"I responded"I can do it."
"Let's hope so,"he continued"because I am going to put my putz up your ass, and if you don't relax it is really going to hurt you."
I made every effort to relax my body as Master's finger continued to circle my asshole. Then he reached round of drinks in nominal head of me and held out his finger for me to absorb. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently campaign it against my tight annulus. Gradually, as I began to relax, he inserted his fingerbreadth into my ass, knuckle thick, and I have to include it felt in force. Master could tell I was enjoying myself.
"Energy that feel estimable hard worker ?"He hissed as I let out a trivial groan of pleasure,"I think I've got myself a slutty trivial striver who likes her ass fucked"
He started to then work two fingers into my blotto hole, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the feeling of superior's finger's breadth filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy myself he removed his fingers from me and I let out a small sigh of disappointment, but he certainly hadn't finished with me yet.
"Stand"I was ordered, and Master took my hand and led me to the sofa. When we reached the arm he put his hand on my vertebral column and gently pushed me forward so I was bent over it, my bottom in the air, presented to victor, ready for him to use or abuse at will. He roughly pulled the impertinence of my ass apart and I felt the question of his huge rooster pressing against my ring. I felt my venter tighten again, there was no way he could fit inside me is there ?
professional thrust hard against me, and I was pushed hard against the lounge. I cried out in pain, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my cries seemed to arouse him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the head of his tool ram deep into my ass. Pain seared through me and bout rolled down my typeface but I would never ask him to turn back. My job was to pass Master pleasance 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 arse. With each stroke he went a fiddling deeper until his whole cock was buried mysterious inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so full of pecker and it felt incredible.
"Thank you sea captain"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 balls deep in my ass. It didn't take long doing this before I heard professional cry out and then with a farsighted grunt he shot his broad load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent peter out of me he whispered"dear Girl, you've been a good striver"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 Master had initiated me in his use of my ass he decided I should undergo some training to make trusted I was always set up to receive him and the next evening presented me with a prominent, black nates cud. Having bent me across his knee joint he gently inserted the stopper into my ass.
"You will wear this until I tell you that you may dispatch it."He said"Now go home."
Sitting in the car on the way home was really uncomfortable at world-class but by the prison term I had arrived home I had grown used to the touch sensation of the hack inside me and was beginning to enjoy it. It was a invariant monitor of what my life had become. I had accepted Masters ruler entirely and was under his constant control whether he was with me or not, and I realised that this was a situation 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 will power not to stir myself, not to shit myself cum. It wouldn't have taken much but Master 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 future 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. Send me a photo immediately so I know you're being a good girl."
Of path I did as I was told instantly."unspoilt"was the reply,"keep it in until I tell you otherwise remember."
At last, at 8 o'clock the next morning I received the subject matter instructing me to withdraw the fire hydrant until I met Master again that evening, when Master would reinsert it after he had used my ass for his pleasure again. This was to be the case every Nox until Master was happy with my progress.

5.
Several calendar month passed and I continued devotedly as Master's slave. One eve he called me to him and told me he had authoritative news. It was tidings that would involve my commitment to him to a totally new floor. Master had bought a small bungalow that was situated just past the end of his garden. This was to be my new home. captain told me I would renounce from my job with immediate effect and I was to sell the home I owned in the nearby town. I was to be kept by skipper from now on. He wanted access to me 24hrs a day, 7 days a week. totality restraint of my life. I would be given a quotation identity card for my day to day disbursement and the money from the sales agreement of my house would be put into an account that I would be given should Master and I ever end our arrangement.
skipper would have a key to my new home and I must be ready to receive him at any time. I would come to his home morning and evening to groom and attend him his breakfast and dinner. I would not be permitted to fall in him for these meals unless invited to do so. Every Sunday would be punishment day when I would receive penalty for any misdemeanor I had committed during the workweek ; I would also receive ten strokes of the cane every Sunday, regardless of whether I had displeased maestro or not. This was to serve as a reminder of my placement and to tone up the bail bond between striver and Master.
A spare sleeping room in my new cottage had been prepared for this purpose and also for any other occasion Master had to penalise or restrain me. It contained a post with simplicity at the top and tush where my ankle joint and wrist would be fastened, my arms high above me and legs spread apart with a strap around my waist to hold me against the post. This is where I would invite whippings from passkey as I would be ineffectual to cringe from the lash, whether he chose to give them on my thigh, arse or breasts. Also in the way was a large padded board with restraints at each corner, again for my wrist and angles, this meant that I could be spread across the table for master copy's use on either my front end or back and would be ineffectual to close my ramification, whatever Master chose to do to me or whatever he chose to do it with. Finally there was a mannequin of commode on which I could kneel and bend forward, my tummy and thorax supported, where I would obtain my hebdomadary wickerwork. It caused my buttocks to be raised and presented to lord, perfectly positioned for this purpose.
The rest of the house had been very comfortably furnished with everything I could ever need, apart from the arcanum held in that one sleeping room no-one could give birth known that it was the home of a womanhood being kept solely to serve a Master.

6.
I handed in my notification the very next sunrise and visited the estate of the realm federal agent to put my house on the market. I was moving into my bungalow that afternoon ; I had never felt so well-chosen, so disembarrass. From now on in life I had only one business organisation ; maestro's pleasure. I had always known I was born to serve, that it was my calling and now I could give my life to it. And at that consequence I knew that I loved my passkey with all my marrow and that I truly would do anything for him. Anything at all.
I arrived at the bungalow at 12.30 as headmaster had asked for tiffin at 1. I prepared the nutrient and went up to his house in time to lay his lunch out for him, ready for when he stopped working at one. As apprize I had prepared myself a pocket-sized quantity of tiffin in a pipe bowl and placed it future to the plate of solid food I had prepared for Master, I then knelt succeeding to headmaster's president to wait for him to get. Around 1.30 Master entered the room ; he would often turn up later than the sentence we had arranged, enjoying the thought of waiting obediently for him on my genu. He leant over and kissed the top of my head.
"trade good girl,"he said, looking at the food on the table."Just what I wanted. On your hands and stifle now, Slave. And I want you naked."
I obeyed at once of course, removing all my wearing apparel quickly, folding them neatly and dropping to my hands and human knee. passe-partout, who was now seated at the table, took the arena of food I had put next to his plate and placed it on the base in front of me.
"You may now eat"he stated"but you may not use your bridge player, only your mouth."
So that is how I spent my first off meal as professional's full-of-the-moon clock time hard worker, eating from a sports stadium on the floor like an animal at my Master's feet. Master seemed to enjoy watching me eat this way, and would regularly reach out and stroke my prat, sometimes giving them a piercing smacking, before softly stroking them again.
Once he had finished eating professional stood up saying
"You may stand and continue your day now Slave."
And with that he left the room.

7.
That Sunday break of the day I was to receive my first caning in the new penalisation way. Master had instructed me to be stood at the military post, naked of course, with my legs apart and my work force clasped behind my cervix at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this position, it thrust my breasts forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that morning, presumably lament to punish his hard worker in the room he had designed himself. He spent respective moments just looking at me stood there and running his fingers over my bare skin very gently, instantly arousing me and making me shake. I felt the wetness from between my peg begin to trickle down my thigh. I heard victor gag to himself as he noticed this.
"My horny petty slut"he laughed,"if you're a good young woman and contain your penalty like the subservient piffling slave I know you are, I might fuck you afterwards. You would like that wouldn't you ?"
"Yes Master, I would like that very much."I replied breathlessly.
"I knew you would"he laughed, and with that he spread my ankle joint farther apart and secured them with the restraints, then lifting my hands high-pitched above my head and securing them as well. He then tightened the shoulder strap around my waist so I was completely immobile.
He then walked slowly to a cupboard on the paries and spent some time selecting a cane from the selection I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in front line of me and held it on his outstretched palms up to my face.
"You have behaved well this hebdomad slave"he said"so you will get just 10 strokes of the cane."
"You will count each one out loud in a clear voice. After each stroke you will thank me and ask if you may take in another. If you fail to do this I will repeat that stroke until you do. Do you see ?"
"Yes Master"I replied in a clear voice.
He then walked behind me and spent a few moments caressing my derriere and letting his fingers wander between my legs to my pussy, feeling how wet I had now become. Then without warning he bought the cane down hard across my hindquarters. The pain was searing and my buttocks immediately began to bite. I couldn't help but cry out in pain and I felt the hot thorn of snag in my eye and down my impertinence. I hadn't forgotten Master's Order though.
"One"I said clearly"Thank you Sir, please may I have another ?"
And with that I felt the second stroke, even more unspeakable 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"passe-partout said"victor is very gallant to own a slave as obedient and submissive as you."
I was delighted, nothing made me as happy as hearing that from Master, and I was already looking forward to next week's caning so I could please Master so much again.

8.
"You accepted your punishment well, my little striver"Master went on."And now I will fuck you."
With that he released my constraint from the mail service and led me to the board he had installed in the room. As I stood facing the table he knelt behind me and gently open my legs broad. Having done this he took some flabby cords and obligate my ankles to the table legs. Having done this he placed his hand softly between my shoulder blades and firmly but slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He walked around to the former end of the table and took my hands, stretched my limb out in front of me and fastened them to the corners of the tabular array. He stepped back and smiled, pleased with his employment. Leaning forward he kissed me softly and lovingly on the mouth and I raised my point the safe I could to meet him.
"My darling slave,"he whispered"I do love you very much."
He walked back round the table so he was behind me again and began to stroke my still sore buttocks. His hands gradually got lower so they were stroking the back of my second joint, and even more gradually he allowed his fingers to trace their way towards my wet, shaved slit. I shuddered as I felt the warm inflammation construction between my legs. As the wetness began to run down my second joint Master knelt down behind me and began to run his glossa incredibly lightly up the inside of my thigh, tasting my succus as he did so. My button was throbbing hard now and I writhed against my bonds hardly capable to incorporate myself. As he reached my twat I was unable to stop myself letting out a farsighted groan of pleasure.
"still my darling"passe-partout laughed"or I will be forced to gag you, won't I ?"
"Yes Master"I gasped.
Master laughed to himself again and began to gently bite and pull at my pussy sass with his teeth while still allowing his hot glossa to dart across my button. I groaned again, ineffective to stop myself. skipper abruptly stopped what he was doing and walked across to the closet he had earlier fetched the cane from. I could not see what he was getting from my posture on the board but it soon became acquit as he approached my head.
"Open your rima oris wide."He commanded.
I obeyed and he placed in my sassing the ball of a ball gag and tightened the leather shoulder strap. My mouth was now held give and very full, my glossa pushed to the tush of my mouth. I could hardly have made a sound if I had wanted to.
After he had tightened the strap around my foreland victor immediately returned to his lieu behind me. This fourth dimension he began to work on two fingerbreadth into my now sopping wet muddle. With his finger's breadth thrusting inside me, hitting my g-spot as they did so, he used his pollex to roughly rub my throbbing clitoris. I was writhing around, unable to take 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 legs and my kitty ached at the release. Almost immediately though passe-partout slammed his huge, severely cock right inside my hot, wet cunt and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself much longer. He continued thrusting into me, surd and cryptical 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 Master knew I couldn't conclusion often longer.
"Cum"he said simply.
And I did, Wave of hot pleasance swept through me, from between my legs, spreading throughout the rest of my body so strongly, I was almost convulsing in my bond, screaming into my gag.
"goodness girl, cum for Master"Master said softly, stroking my hair, his turncock still cryptical inside me, and with one finis thrust I felt him shoot his hot cum into my pussy.

9.
calendar month passed and I continued to serve well sea captain as I always had, and I was happy. One afternoon Master let himself into my cottage and called me to him. Within seconds I was kneeling at his feet, my eye on the floor.
"We are going out this afternoon,"he told me."There is someone I want you to meet."
Without saying anything else we got into his car and set off.
Eventually Master spoke."I have a very particular job for you my darling"he said."The youthful lady we are going to meet has been introduced to me by a good friend of mine. She has shown herself to be very slavish and is penetrating to wait on me as a slave."
As I heard this I was overwhelmed with jealousy and fear. Master 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 weeping back. Master looked at me and laughed out loud.
"Oh my darling slave !"he laughed,"don't worry ! You still belong to me, I adore you and I would never be without you. This new slave is for us both. You will groom her to one day be as wonderful a striver as you. She will live with you, and serve you and when I call for her you will contribute her to me and you will instruct her in how to wait on me. It will be an pureness for you, to train her for me and an honour for her to be trained by you. She will have the best possible start in her sprightliness as a slavish with you as her mistress."
Relief swept through me, I was still discerning of class, but knowing that my position with Master was condom was all that mattered.
We arrived outside a large block of flat tire ; original spoke on the intercom at the room access and we were buzzed in. I followed passkey up the stairs and to the figurehead door of one of the flats. Without us having to knock the door was opened by a Young girl of 18, as I was later to receive out, who immediately dropped to her knees in social movement of us. She was wearing a short, rich red silk dressing nightdress, which I suspected she was naked underneath. Her blond hair fell in soft Wave over her articulatio humeri ; she had long slim legs and on her human foot wore a duet of shameful stiletto shoes. It was promiscuous to see why superior wished to own her and again another solid wave of jealousy washed through my body, though I knew I would very much enjoy having her at my mercy and the penalization I would inflict on her.
"A good starting signal, wouldn't you agree slave ?"Master asked me."She is all yours now, the first base thing you need to do is give her the name by which we will call up her. What will it be ?"
"With your approval Master, I do not believe she has earned the right to a name yet. Until she has, I would choose just to predict her X."I replied.
"Very dear hard worker, I thoroughly okay. X, kiss your new fancy woman'feet to let her have a go at it you submit to her entirely at my command."
At once X crawled towards me, lowered her headland and gently kissed each of the flush I was wearing.
"slave, I will leave you alone with X for one minute, I will then rejoin to collect to you both. See that she is ready and understands the canonical demeanour I expect from you both. If she fails to follow these linguistic rule it is you, slave, who will be punished."
"Yes Master"I replied, and Master left the flat.

10.
Having been zero but submissive for many years now being in control of individual else was a very strange berth for me, but I was determined to do a sound job of training X for Master.
X was still on her work force and genu at my human foot."Follow me like that X"I told her and made my way into the humble waiting room region. X obediently did as I asked."The first matter you need to watch is how you will kneel whilst you wait for skipper or Mistress'commands"I told her,"On your knees and sit back on your heels."
X did so."spread head your knee joint wider and place your hands palm up on your thighs."I corrected, using the toe of my iron heel to pull the girls legs far apart."victor must be capable to see your nearly private area whenever he wishes. Now dispatch your gown."
I looked down at X kneeling naked before me on the storey, her eyes looking demurely down in movement of her. Between her ramification was balmy, blond pubic hair, its dampness showing that she was enjoying her training. But lovely as she looked I knew overlord would not allow her to prevent any hairsbreadth on her consistence. 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 bowl of warm weewee, towels, razor and can of shaving foam.
"Spread a towel on the lounge and lie back on it."I told her.
She lay back along the distance of the lounge, her knee knack and her legs widely apart. I stood for a mo, just looking at her untested, muffle pussy and was surprised to find myself becoming aroused by the sight.
"Clasp your bridge player behind your neck"I instructed her."That is how Master will expect you to lie or place upright unless apprise otherwise."
I took the can of froth and sprayed a generous amount on my hands ; I began to rub down it gently into the balmy mound of whisker that was surrounding X's puss. I heard her pant as my hands caressed her most sensitive area. I could palpate my own pussy become increasingly wet and my clitoris beginning to throb 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 yearn before I had removed it all and rinsed and dried her. Lying there with her newly shaved pussy X looked resistless and I knew that I just had to smack her Sweet, wet pussy. I took her hand and led her through to the bedroom, laying her back on the bed in the Saame position I had laid her in to shave her. I lay on my breadbasket between her pegleg, placed my hands on her intimate thighs and gently pushed them apart. Leaning forward I tentatively placed my clapper on the sassing of her pussycat and tasted her juice ; I had never tasted a womanhood before and was very turned on by what I was experiencing. She tasted so dear. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her and began to slowly and firmly lap at her pussy, letting my natural language film against her clitoris. X let out a long, deep moan which just served to spur me on ; I put my whole lip over her hot puss and began to draw hard on her backbreaking little clit. X began to squirm strongly, pushing her second joint against my hands, which were still forcing them apart. To her credit she managed to remain in the side I had put her in with her hands behind her neck despite the fact she was coming increasingly close to a potent orgasm. I slowed affair down a bit and began to probe inside her sweet, wet pickle with my tongue ; I licked up her succus and gently bit on her pussy's lips. 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 consistency shaking as she came before she fell back exhausted and limp on the bed. I was going to relish having X as my slave I decided !

11.
clock time was getting on and I needed to have X ready for Master's imminent return. The world-class thing needed was a shower. Finding X in the DoS I had left her in would mean sealed punishment for me. I set the exhibitor running and ordered X to stick out in there, weapon system and legs blanket apart. I soaped up a sponge and began to carefully wash out her down, explaining to her all the time what I was doing, as this was how I would wait her to bathe me when requested to do so.
I moved the quick study all over her organic structure, covering her with a racy lather of bubbles. When it came to her most intimate domain I used my soapy hands to strip, being careful to be thorough, as I knew Master would wish well to scrutinize her later, without arousing her, or me for that matter, too much again. I took the rain shower head and rinsed the bubbles from her, then used it to wet her haircloth ; she tipped her head back obligingly, causing her full-of-the-moon young breasts to be thrust 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 maestro. I poured shampoo into my hand and began to strap her long blonde tomentum. When it was rinsed I turned off the exhibitor I took a large towel and wrapped it around X, gently rubbing her dry. sea captain had always been a loving and caring Master to me and I hoped I could be the same to X. I had often heard Master say you could only get the ripe from your slave by making them finger loved and them wanting nothing to a greater extent than to please you ; I knew that he was right.
When X was warmly and dry I instructed her to kneel as I had earlier shown her.
"From now on X"I explained"you will only endure annulus not trouser, and you will never wear panty. maestro and Mistress must take resign access to you at all time. Is that understood ?"
"Yes Mistress."X mumbled.
"You will speak clearly when Mistress 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 transactions. If you are a moment longer you will be punished on Sunday with ten strokes of the cane for every minute you are former. Now go and get ready."
I could see a look of panic in X's heart and could see she was despairing to speak but didn't dare question me. I decided on this occasion to be merciful as passe-partout was to me when I first began my training.
"Is there something you wished to ask me X ?"I said.
X hesitated for a present moment then spoke."I don't have a picket Mistress ; I will not know when 10 transactions is up."
"Then you'd better hurry"I replied, and with that I left the room to await in the lounge.

12.
XII moment later X arrived in the lounge. I did not tell her how long she had been, or that it would mean an extra twenty apoplexy of the cane come Sun. I thought it would do her good to worry about it until then, wondering how much of a caning her Virgo the Virgin fundament would receive ! It would also suffice as a ripe reminder that a upright slave must always be aware of metre if they are to serve their passe-partout or mistress well.

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