“After you slept through being chained up we feared you were going to sleep through my little revenge.”
“What are you-” *CRACK* went the crop as it caught him a stinging rebuke on his thigh, making him grit his teeth against a shout of agony. “Lick it!”
Still whimpering, glasses helplessly askew and one perfect breast slipping from her apron, she slowly and passionately licks the polished wood shaft, bucking her hips against it as her Mistress circles the bed, piling pillows under their Master’s head. Xxx You should be excited when it’s your turn to receive our attentions. The slave whimpers and redoubles her assault on the post, moaning obediently. You must only speak when spoken to. After all, you must set a good example for our slave,” she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the
