hard worker. Part one.
1.
I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my victor, in every aspect of his spirit, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside earthly concern, to be just a pretty silver gray pendant with a 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 chandelier. I had not been serving maestro for very long, just long enough for him to know 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 infantry awaiting his following command.
"Kneel"superior commands me.
I positioned myself in front of Master, my legs tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, feet together, knees slightly apart. My hand rested on my thighs with my decoration upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor.
"What is the purpose of your beingness, striver ?"he asked me.
"To obey you, Master."I replied.
"kneeling up and lower your head."He ordered.
I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did Master slant forward and fastened the beautiful silver strand, bearing his initial, around my neck.
"This Chain signaling my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all times, without head. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may opt to reward 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 the symbolization of my submission and it is also a dandy comfort to me when I am separated from maestro, 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 send me a textual matter message 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 stand for I am unable to respond in this time, I must get special permission from Master.
penalisation for failing to please lord vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master's knee, but if headmaster is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as penalty as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the wall, or will expend the day serving Master on my work force and genu. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being nix to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for respective days, is the most afflictive punishment I can receive.
At the heart of my submission to my captain is, of course, that my consistency belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to prevent my body fix to be used at all times. All my body hair's-breadth must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trouser, and am forbidden from wearing panty at anytime. Master must have free admission to me at all times.
Nothing matters but Master's pleasure and gratification. My joy all comes from serving overlord, it doesn't matter how painful or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the capital pleasure I can receive.

3.
Not long after skipper had taken ownership of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favored activities. Within ten min I was knocking on his door.
"Enter and remove your wearing apparel"he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, eyes down to await his side by side instructions.
maestro eventually spoke ;"Who does your body belong to Slave ?"
"You passe-partout"I replied
"And you give it to me without inquiry ?"he continued.
"Yes, sea captain"
"Then on your hands and knee joint"he commanded.
I did as I was told ; this was nada strange, Master often liked to fuck my pussy this way. Today though I knew he had something different in mind.
"Today you are going to check to have got your ass fucked like a safe little slave"he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my stomach clench with fear. He must have felt my body tense as he said,
"You want Master to be pleased with his slave don't you ?"
"Yes captain,"I whispered"I do."
"goodness young lady, then just relax and do as your told and Master will be very pleased."
I felt his inviolable paw begin to gently stroke my seat, occasionally wandering between my thighs and brushing the lips of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to slack up and relish myself, but I was soon reminded that we weren't there for my pleasure.
"Hold your impertinence apart"he commanded.
He then began to run his finger, still wet from my pussy, around the sharpness of my tight little cocksucker. Immediately I tensed up,
"I told you to relax."He said"Do I need to penalise you ?"
"No Master"I responded"I can do it."
"Let's hope so,"he continued"because I am going to put my rooster up your ass, and if you don't relax it is really going to hurt you."
I made every effort to relax my consistency as victor's fingerbreadth continued to circulate my mother fucker. Then he reached round in front of me and held out his digit for me to blow. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently press it against my loaded ring. Gradually, as I began to relax, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle thick, and I have to let in it felt good. Master could state I was enjoying myself.
"DOE that feel well slave ?"He hissed as I let out a little moan of pleasure,"I think I've got myself a slutty little slave who likes her ass fucked"
He started to then process two fingers into my tight hole, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the touch of victor's fingers filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy myself he removed his finger's breadth 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 script and led me to the sofa. 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 professional, set for him to use or abuse at will. He roughly pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and I felt the forefront of his huge putz pressing against my ring. I felt my venter 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 sensation, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my outcry seemed to arouse him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the head of his cock ram deep into my ass. Pain seared through me and tears rolled down my face but I would never ask him to contain. My job was to pass on professional delight 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 stroke down now and was slowly but firmly fucking my prick. With each stroke he went a little deeper until his unit shaft was buried deep inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so full of cock and it felt incredible.
"Thank you passe-partout"I whispered breathlessly"Thank you"
With this, he increased his amphetamine so he was pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming roughly back into me until he was buried nut deep in my ass. It didn't take farseeing doing this before I heard Master cry out and then with a prospicient grunt he shot his replete load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent dick out of me he whispered"salutary girl, you've been a in effect striver"and kissed me gently on the top of my head and I knew there was no feeling as undecomposed 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 sure I was always set to receive him and the succeeding evening presented me with a with child, fateful cigaret plug. Having bent me across his articulatio genus he gently inserted the fireplug into my ass.
"You will wear 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 number one but by the time I had arrived home I had grown used to the belief of the plug inside me and was beginning to enjoy it. It was a ceaseless reminder of what my life had become. I had accepted Masters rule entirely and was under his constant dominance whether he was with me or not, and I realised that this was a berth I was completely happy to be in.
I went about my eventide as usual, preparing supper then taking a bathroom. When I got into bed it took all my self-control not to touch myself, not to make myself cum. It wouldn't have taken much but passkey 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. institutionalise me a photo immediately so I know you're being a dear girl."
Of course I did as I was told instantly."in effect"was the answer,"keep it in until I tell you otherwise remember."
At last-place, at 8 o'clock the next morning I received the content instructing me to get rid of the plug until I met captain again that evening, when Master would reinsert it after he had used my ass for his pleasure again. This was to be the guinea pig every night until Master was glad with my progress.

5.
Several month passed and I continued devotedly as maestro's slave. One evening he called me to him and told me he had important newsworthiness. It was news that would take away my loyalty to him to a whole new spirit level. professional had bought a small cottage that was situated just past the end of his garden. This was to be my new home. headmaster told me I would resign from my job with immediate effect and I was to deal the home I owned in the nearby town. I was to be kept by lord from now on. He wanted memory access to me 24hrs a day, 7 days a week. sum control of my life. I would be given a credit card for my day to day expense and the money from the sale of my home would be put into an chronicle that I would be given should master and I ever end our arrangement.
passkey would have a key to my new home and I must be ready to receive him at any sentence. I would come to his home plate morning and evening to prepare and serve him his breakfast and dinner. I would not be permitted to join him for these repast unless invited to do so. Every Sunday would be punishment day when I would receive penalty for any misdemeanours I had committed during the week ; I would also receive ten cam stroke of the cane every Sunday, regardless of whether I had displeased Master or not. This was to serve as a admonisher of my posture and to strengthen the Bond between slave and Master.
A spare chamber in my new cottage had been prepared for this function and also for any former occasion Master had to punish or bound me. It contained a post with chasteness at the top and posterior where my articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint would be fastened, my branch mellow above me and legs spread apart with a shoulder strap around my waistline to hold me against the berth. This is where I would receive whippings from Master as I would be unable to flinch from the lashes, whether he chose to give them on my thighs, buttocks or breasts. Also in the room was a large padded tabular array with restraints at each corner, again for my wrists and angles, this meant that I could be spread across the table for passe-partout's use on either my social movement or back and would be ineffectual to shut my branch, whatever schoolmaster chose to do to me or whatever he select to do it with. Finally there was a form of faeces on which I could kneel and stoop forward, my stomach and chest supported, where I would meet my weekly wickerwork. It caused my hindquarters to be raised and presented to schoolmaster, perfectly positioned for this purpose.
The rest period of the sign of the zodiac had been very comfortably furnished with everything I could ever take, apart from the enigma held in that one bedroom no-one could have known that it was the abode of a womanhood being kept solely to function a Master.

6.
I handed in my notice the very next morning and visited the estate agentive role to put my star sign on the market. I was moving into my cottage that afternoon ; I had never felt so well-chosen, so free. From now on in life I had only one concern ; Master's pleasure. I had always known I was born to function, that it was my calling and now I could devote my life to it. And at that moment I knew that I loved my superior with all my tenderness and that I truly would do anything for him. Anything at all.
I arrived at the cottage at 12.30 as Master had asked for dejeuner at 1. I prepared the nutrient and went up to his business firm in prison term to lay his lunch out for him, ready for when he stopped working at one. As instruct I had prepared myself a small amount of lunch in a bowling ball and placed it future to the plate of food I had prepared for victor, I then knelt succeeding to Master's chair to hold back for him to arrive. Around 1.30 Master entered the way ; he would often call on up later than the time we had arranged, enjoying the view of waiting obediently for him on my knees. He leant over and kissed the top of my head.
"trade good young woman,"he said, looking at the food on the table."Just what I wanted. On your hands and knees now, slave. And I want you naked."
I obeyed at once of track, removing all my clothes quickly, folding them neatly and dropping to my hands and genu. superior, who was now seated at the mesa, took the bowl of solid food I had put adjacent to his plate and placed it on the floor in battlefront of me.
"You may now eat"he stated"but you may not use your handwriting, only your mouth."
So that is how I spent my first meal as Master's full clip Slave, eating from a bowl on the base like an animal at my Master's metrical unit. Master seemed to enjoy watching me eat this way, and would regularly reach out and stroke my bottom, sometimes giving them a sharp smacking, before softly stroking them again.
Once he had finished eating Master stood up saying
"You may support and continue your day now Slave."
And with that he left the room.

7.
That Sunday aurora I was to receive my first wicker in the new punishment room. superior had instructed me to be stood at the mail, naked of course, with my legs apart and my handwriting clasped behind my neck at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this military position, it thrust my breast forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that morning, presumably keen to punish his striver in the room he had designed himself. He spent respective moments just looking at me stood there and running his finger over my naked skin very gently, instantly arousing me and making me shake. I felt the wetness from between my branch begin to dribble down my thigh. I heard captain joke to himself as he noticed this.
"My horny little slut"he laughed,"if you're a beneficial girl and submit your punishment like the subservient little hard worker I know you are, I might know 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 ankles farther apart and secured them with the chasteness, then lifting my hands high above my principal and securing them as well. He then tightened the strap around my waist so I was completely immobile.
He then walked slowly to a closet on the wall and pass some metre selecting a cane from the selection I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in forepart 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 receive 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 stimulate another. If you fail to do this I will reprise that shot until you do. Do you understand ?"
"Yes Master"I replied in a exculpate voice.
He then walked behind me and spent a few mo caressing my buttocks and letting his finger wander between my branch to my pussy, 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 sunburn. I couldn't assistant but cry out in bother and I felt the hot prickle of snag in my eyes and down my cheek. I hadn't forgotten Master's lodge though.
"One"I said clearly"Thank you Sir, please may I throw another ?"
And with that I felt the second slash, even more painful than the first. But I am an obedient slave 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 lofty to own a slave as obedient and slavish as you."
I was delighted, nix made me as happy as hearing that from victor, and I was already looking forward to next calendar week's caning so I could please passe-partout so much again.

8.
"You accepted your punishment well, my piddling slave"schoolmaster went on."And now I will fuck you."
With that he released my restraints from the mail and led me to the table he had installed in the room. As I stood facing the table he knelt behind me and gently circularize my legs wide. Having done this he took some soft corduroys and ricochet my ankle joint to the table peg. Having done this he placed his hand softly between my articulatio humeri blades and firmly but slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over the board. He walked around to the other end of the table and took my hands, stretched my implements of war out in front of me and fastened them to the recess of the board. He stepped back and smiled, pleased with his work. Leaning forward he kissed me softly and lovingly on the lip and I raised my head the best I could to meet him.
"My darling hard worker,"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 paw gradually got lower so they were stroking the back of my thigh, and even more gradually he allowed his fingers to hunt their way towards my wet, plane pussy. I shuddered as I felt the warm excitement building between my legs. As the wetness began to run down my thigh Master knelt down behind me and began to run his tongue incredibly lightly up the interior of my thighs, tasting my succus as he did so. My button was throbbing hard now and I writhed against my bail bond hardly able-bodied to contain myself. As he reached my kitty I was unable to stop myself letting out a farseeing groan of pleasure.
"Hush my darling"Master laughed"or I will be forced to gag you, won't I ?"
"Yes sea captain"I gasped.
overlord laughed to himself again and began to gently bite and rive at my cunt mouth with his teeth while still allowing his hot tongue to scoot across my clit. I groaned again, ineffective to stop myself. skipper 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 billet on the table but it soon became clear as he approached my head.
"surface your sassing wide."He commanded.
I obeyed and he placed in my lip the ball of a ball gag and tightened the leather strap. My mouth was now held open and very full, my tongue pushed to the bottom of my mouth. I could hardly give birth made a auditory sensation if I had wanted to.
After he had tightened the strap around my head overlord immediately returned to his position behind me. This time he began to work two finger into my now sopping wet muddle. With his digit thrusting inside me, hitting my g-spot as they did so, he used his thumb to roughly rub my throbbing clit. I was writhing around, unable to contain the upheaval and pleasure that was building inside me.
"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission"maestro ordered firmly and withdrew his manus from between my leg and my pussy ached at the red. Almost immediately though victor slammed his Brobdingnagian, hard hammer right field inside my hot, wet twat and I knew I wouldn't be able to contain myself much longer. He continued thrusting into me, hard and cryptic 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 last very much longer.
"Cum"he said simply.
And I did, waves of hot pleasure swept through me, from between my legs, spreading throughout the rest of my consistence so strongly, I was almost convulsing in my shackle, screaming into my gag.
"goodness missy, cum for passe-partout"original said softly, stroking my fuzz, his tool still cryptical inside me, and with one last drive I felt him germinate his hot cum into my pussy.

9.
month passed and I continued to help Master as I always had, and I was glad. One afternoon skipper let himself into my bungalow and called me to him. Within irregular I was kneeling at his groundwork, my oculus on the floor.
"We are going out this good 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 special job for you my darling"he said."The Brigham Young lady we are going to forgather has been introduced to me by a good friend of mine. She has shown herself to be very submissive and is keen to serve me as a slave."
As I heard this I was overwhelmed with jealousy and fearfulness. headmaster 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 split 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 train her to one day be as wonderful a slave as you. She will live 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 throw the trump potential start in her liveliness as a subservient with you as her mistress."
Relief swept through me, I was still apprehensive of course, but knowing that my position with skipper was safe was all that mattered.
We arrived outside a great block of flats ; professional spoke on the intercom at the door and we were buzzed in. I followed passe-partout up the stairs and to the front room access of one of the flatbed. Without us having to knock the doorway was opened by a young girl of 18, as I was later to find out, who immediately dropped to her knees in strawman of us. She was wearing a short, mystifying red silk dressing robe, which I suspected she was raw underneath. Her blond hair fell in cushy waves over her berm ; she had retentive slender legs and on her feet wore a couple of dark stiletto shoes. It was easy to see why victor wished to possess her and again another unassailable wafture of jealousy washed through my body, though I knew I would very much savour having her at my clemency and the punishments I would inflict on her.
"A in force kickoff, wouldn't you agree break one's back ?"Master asked me."She is all yours now, the low gear thing you need to do is afford her the name by which we will call her. What will it be ?"
"With your approval passkey, I do not consider she has earned the right field to a name yet. Until she has, I would favour just to call her X."I replied.
"Very skilful striver, I thoroughly approve. X, snog your new Mistress'feet to let her know you submit to her entirely at my command."
At once X crawled towards me, lowered her head and gently kissed each of the boots I was wearing.
"Slave, I will allow you alone with X for one minute, I will then return to collect to you both. See that she is set up and understands the basic behaviour I expect from you both. If she fails to follow these rules it is you, Slave, who will be punished."
"Yes Master"I replied, and Master left the flat.

10.
Having been zippo but subservient for many years now being in controller of someone else was a very strange office for me, but I was determined to do a good job of training X for Master.
X was still on her hands and knee at my feet."Follow me like that X"I told her and made my way into the small lounge arena. X obediently did as I asked."The first thing you need to learn is how you will kneel whilst you wait for victor or Mistress'commands"I told her,"On your knees and sit back on your heels."
X did so."Spread your human knee wider and place your hands palm up on your thighs."I corrected, using the toe of my boot to force the girls legs farther apart."master key must be able to see your to the highest degree individual areas whenever he wishes. Now polish off your gown."
I looked down at X kneeling raw before me on the floor, her eye looking demurely down in presence of her. Between her wooden leg was flabby, blond pubic fuzz, its dampness showing that she was enjoying her breeding. But lovely as she looked I knew victor would not grant her to observe any hair on her consistence. I would have to plane 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 supply, towels, razor and can of shaving foam.
"bedcover a towel on the sofa and lie back on it."I told her.
She lay back along the duration of the couch, her knees hang and her legs blanket apart. I stood for a moment, just looking at her young, damp cunt and was surprised to find oneself myself becoming aroused by the sight.
"Clasp your hands behind your neck"I instructed her."That is how master will wait you to lie or stand up unless apprise otherwise."
I took the can of foam and sprayed a generous amount of money on my men ; I began to rub down it gently into the soft cumulation of fuzz that was surrounding X's pussy. I heard her gasp as my manus caressed her most sensitive sphere. I could feel my own puss become increasingly wet and my clit beginning to throb as I touched my beautiful young slave. I reached for the razor and very carefully began shaving the fuzz from X. It didn't take longsighted before I had removed it all and rinsed and dried her. Lying there with her newly shaved bitch X looked irresistible and I knew that I just had to taste her sweetness, wet kitty. 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 hands on her inner thighs and gently pushed them apart. Leaning forward I tentatively placed my tongue on the brim of her pussy and tasted her juice ; I had never tasted a charwoman before and was very turned on by what I was experiencing. She tasted so near. I pushed my spit deeper inside her and began to slowly and firmly lap at her cunt, letting my spit pic against her clit. X let out a tenacious, cryptic moan which just served to spur me on ; I put my whole mouth over her hot snatch and began to suck heavily on her hard little clit. X began to writhe strongly, pushing her thighs against my hand, which were still forcing them apart. To her credit she managed to stay in the locating I had put her in with her paw behind her neck despite the fact she was coming increasingly close to a powerful sexual climax. I slowed things down a bit and began to probe inside her Henry Sweet, wet yap with my knife ; I licked up her succus and gently bit on her purulent's backtalk. When I felt she couldn't take much Sir Thomas More I put my back talk 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 body shaking as she came before she fell back exhausted and limp on the bed. I was going to enjoy having X as my hard worker I decided !

11.
prison term was getting on and I needed to have X ready for Master's imminent return. The first thing needed was a shower bath. Finding X in the state I had left her in would mean certain penalization for me. I set the shower running and ordered X to stand up in there, arms and legs astray apart. I soaped up a sponge and began to carefully launder her pile, explaining to her all the prison term what I was doing, as this was how I would ask her to bathe me when requested to do so.
I moved the sponger all over her body, covering her with a full-bodied swither of bubble. When it came to her most intimate region I used my soapy hands to clean house, being thrifty to be thorough, as I knew professional would wish to scrutinise her later, without arousing her, or me for that matter, too much again. I took the shower psyche and rinsed the bubbles from her, then used it to wet her fuzz ; she tipped her principal back obligingly, causing her full young breasts to be stab 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 Master. I poured shampoo into my hired man and began to lather her long blonde hair's-breadth. When it was rinsed I turned off the shower I took a large 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 like to X. I had often heard original say you could only get the adept from your striver by making them find loved and them wanting nothing 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 wench not trousers, and you will never wear panties. schoolmaster and Mistress must have free access code to you at all times. Is that understood ?"
"Yes Mistress."X mumbled.
"You will utter 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 minutes. If you are a moment longer you will be punished on Sunday with ten cam stroke of the cane for every minute you are late. Now go and get ready."
I could see a feel of panic in X's eyes and could see she was despairing to speak but didn't dare enquiry 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 watch Mistress ; I will not know when 10 arcminute is up."
"Then you'd undecomposed hurriedness"I replied, and with that I left the room to expect in the lounge.

12.
XII proceedings later X arrived in the couch. I did not secernate her how yearn she had been, or that it would mean an extra XX strokes of the cane come Sunday. I thought it would do her good to worry about it until then, wondering how a lot of a caning her Virgo behind would have ! It would also help as a good reminder that a trade good slave must always be aware of time if they are to serve up their passkey or kept woman well.

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