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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 3
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 11:10:04 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 3 - Learning the Hard Way

   Heading for the door, he didn't give her time to stand, forcing her to
scramble up to avoid falling over.  As he led her from his bedroom down the
hall and into the family room, he knew she was trying to cover her tits and
cunt with her arms and hands.  Later he'd deal with that and teach her how
to walk around naked but for now he wanted to make sure he got her in
position for her punishment before she realised what was happening.

   Stopping under the heavy wooden beam that ran along the roof, he tugged
down on the lead.

   "Get down.  Quickly, into your ready position slave."

   She did as he ordered, almost feeling a comfort in the position.  At
least kneeling down like this meant he couldn't have sex with her she
thought.  He unclipped the lead and held out a piece of black material.

   "This is a blindfold.  I want you to put it on.  Now!"

   Taking it from him she reluctantly put it over her eyes.  The eye covers
were padded and there was a small lock that she clicked shut at the back of
her head.  As she let go of it and started to bring her hands back behind
her, the panic welled up.  Now she felt even more naked and for the first
time she started to feel scared.  Before she could do or say anything
though he was ready with the next step.

   "Hold you left arm out in front of you."

   "Oh."

   She'd tentatively reached out and he'd held her forearm.  Then he was
putting something around her wrist.

   "Other arm."

   The procedure was quickly repeated but she had no idea what it was
around her wrists.

   "Stand up.  Put your right arm up in the air.  Now you left arm."

   As she lifted each arm up, he easily secured them to the ropes that were
hanging from the beam above her.  At the moment her hands were only held at
head height but he'd fix that eventually.  Before then he needed her
silenced and he had just the thing for that, a special gag.  It was a
rubber ball with a strap on it that, like the blindfold, could be locked at
the back of the person's head.  What made it special was the small air pump
that was attached to it.  The ball was fairly small which made it easy to
get into someone's mouth.  Once it was in, a couple of squeezes on the pump
and the ball expanded, filling their mouth completely.  Of course he hadn't
used it on anyone yet except to test it on himself, but he was confident
that it would silence most of her screams.  When he'd fantasized about
whipping her it was always the sound of her first scream that worried him.
He knew that after the first one he'd be okay, but he need to have her
silenced at least for the first time.

   It, and all the other things he'd bought over the last few weeks were
expensive and really stretched his limited financial resources but he was
now starting to see the payoff.

   By now she was getting really nervous about what he was doing.  She knew
that by his stupid rules she wasn't meant to talk without permission but
she had to, she really had to tell him to stop it, let him know how much he
was scaring her, appeal to him somehow.

   Unfortunately the moment she opened her mouth to speak was just as he
was about to tell her to open it anyway so before she could say anything
there was some strange thing in her mouth.  Shaking her head she tried to
push it out with her tongue but before she could do anything it was getting
bigger and then it was filling her mouth completely, flattening her tongue.


   The diameter of the ball gag was now bigger than her lips could stretch
so until he let the air out, there was no way she could get rid of it.  He
smiled to himself as she started making inarticulate grunts, twisting her
head about, ineffectually trying to get rid of the ball.  He realised that
he didn't really need to secure the gag but he did anyway, stepping behind
her to lock it off alongside the blindfold lock.  Almost there he thought,
only her feet left to secure and then she was totally his, gagged,
blindfolded and tied up!

   For her feet he had ankle cuffs that had ropes running to the opposite
walls where they were tied off.  Crouching down he grabbed her left ankle
and pulled it sideways towards the first cuff.  He almost couldn't do it,
the touch of her skin against his hand was so magical he hesitated, wanting
to run his hand up her leg.  Then she futilely tried to resist him and that
was enough to keep him going and he quickly secured her.  Moving to her
right ankle, he had to drag her foot across the floor, till her feet were
almost four feet apart before he was able to secure the second ankle cuff.

   As he stood back to examine his work his work he felt a rush of
adrenaline and almost had to sit down it was so overpowering.  It was the
most exciting, sexiest sight he'd ever seen, a million times more exciting
than any fantasy he'd ever had.  He had her, the girl of his dreams, naked
except for the collar, ball gag, blindfold and cuffs on her ankles and
wrists, secured totally helpless in the middle of the room.

   When he'd spread her feet apart her body had been lowered closer to the
floor and now her elbows were level with her shoulders which is just how
he'd hoped she'd end up.  This meant that her boobs were still full on her
chest, not flattened out as he thought they'd probably have been if he'd
pulled her arms up too tightly.  Her legs were stretched, the muscles
clearly showing, leading up to her beautiful cunt mound and her stomach,
almost concave from the position she was in.

   But it was her nipples that drew him to her.  They were like magnets
begging him to touch them, to finally feel their perfection and he moved
closer, reaching out till he captured them between his finger and thumb. 
She grunted and tried to pull away which pissed him off, but there was
nowhere to go and he held on, marveling at their thickness and the rubbery
feel as he started gently twisting and tugging them.  They seemed bigger
than when she'd first taken off her bra, probably from fear he thought, not
being foolish enough to imagine that she was getting turned on.  They were
certainly bigger than he'd expected they would be.  And now, payback time
was really going to start.

   "You tried to pull away then.  Naughty slave.  Never pull away when your
master wants to play with your nipples.  You know why?  Because if you do
then I might just have to do this."

   And he started applying pressure, squeezing harder and harder as he
twisted her nipples till it felt like he was going to tear them off her
breasts.  She screamed louder than she ever screamed in her life but only a
muffled sound came through the gag as she thrashed about, desperately
trying to escape the pain.

   For at least a minute he kept it up, clamping down as tightly as he
could, twisting as hard as he could, distorting her tit flesh.  He could
see fresh tears coming out from under her blindfold and from the tortured
sounds that escaped from her gag and the way she vainly tried to pull her
nipples free of his hands he had no doubt that the pain was excruciating.
And he loved it, loved the fact that he was actually starting to pay her
back for the years of humiliation and rejection.

   Finally he released the pressure and stepped back.

   "I hope that you're a quick learner because you're going to be in a lot
more pain next time you try something like that slave."

   He was tempted to reach down and play with her pussy but decided that
could wait another half hour.  Because now he really wanted to get on with
her punishment, really wanted to push her so far that she'd willingly do
anything he demanded.

   Behind her, in a box against the wall was his collection of whips.  He'd
been gathering them for a while now but this was the first time he'd be
using them on a body and not just pretending with pillows and things.  The
first one he had decided to use was a simple riding crop which he swished
through the air as he moved back to stand behind her.  He checked the
punishment book and quickly marked down how many strokes each item would
receive.  Single strokes for speaking without permission, not calling him
master and not staying in position.  She'd broken each of those rules twice
so that meant six strokes on her bum.

   As he lined up for the first stroke he almost forgot about what he was
planning as he became transfixed by the sight of her perfect arse.  Her
legs and back were tanned but her arse was white and he decided he
preferred her like that.  It made her arse cheeks stand out so beautifully.
They were these twin globes that seemed to be begging to be grabbed. 
Begging to have his fingers sink into them.  Begging to have his cock ram
between them as he fucked her from behind.  But first the punishment
because they were also begging to have him put red stripes on them like
he'd seen in some of the bondage pictures he's downloaded.

   "You're getting one stroke for each of the following slave.  You spoke
without permission two times, moved from your ready position without
permission two times and there were two times when you didn't show me
proper respect and address me as your master.  You have been a very bad
slave and so I have to punish you!"

   She had no idea what he was talking about and was turning her head to
where his voice was coming from when her bum erupted with pain.  She
screamed into her gag, trying to pull away as fresh slices of pain rained
down on her behind.

   As each stroke landed, her body jerked, straining against her bonds and
a white stripe would appear where the crop landed which almost immediately
turned red as the blood rushed to the surface.  Although he was pretty sure
from the way she was jerking around and groaning that it was hurting her,
he wasn't really hitting very hard.  He didn't want to cause any serious
damage, certainly didn't want to risk cutting her.  Not that it wasn't
tempting to really lay into her!  Instead though he concentrated on finding
a different part of her bum for each stroke.  The first one was straight
across her bum, then one on each arse cheek.  Next he brought the crop down
in an overhead swing across the top of her bum then reversed, bringing it
up from under, catching her in the crease between her bum and the tops of
her thighs.  The way she leapt in the air, this one must have really hurt.
Finally he stood directly behind her and struck so that just the flap on
the end of the crop swiped across each cheek.

   It took a while before Janet registered that he'd stopped hitting her.
Her arse was still on fire, but the sudden stabs of pain that happened each
time he hit her had stopped.  She tried to control her sobbing, praying
that he wouldn't hit her any more, afraid that she'd go crazy with the pain
if he did.

   But he was only finished with the crop, not with the punishment.  That
had a long way to go and now he was going to try a small whip that was
called the tenderizer.  It had a handle that was about twelve inches long
and then there were 20 thin strips of soft leather, each about eighteen
inches long.  This time his target was her tits and he wasn't going to warn
her so he was as quiet as possible as he positioned himself in front of
her. Holding the whip out to the side, he lined it up with her left tit
mound and swung but at the last moment he brought his arm down and lashed
her stomach instead.

   Again she screamed, the sound muffled in her throat as her stomach
exploded in strips of red hot pain.  It was worse then the pain in her
arse, it felt like her stomach was being burnt.  As she hopelessly tried to
break free it kept raining down on her from one side to the other, two,
three, four, five, six strokes before it stopped.

   While he whipped her stomach he tried to work out what had stopped him
whipping her boobs like he'd planned.  After all he'd fantasized about
whipping her tits for long enough.  Finally he realised he'd been scared
that he'd damage them and the thought of really damaging her gorgeous tits
was too much.  But as he whipped her stomach he could see that the whip
wasn't going to scar her, certainly not if he didn't use too much force.

   "That's six strokes for refusing to suck my cock slave.  Next time you'd
better be willing to prove what a good cock sucker you are or I'll be
forced to whip you a hundred times.  Now what else do I have to punish you
for?"

   Pulling out the punishment book, he held it up to her head and rustled
the pages so she'd think he was looking through it.

   "Oh yes, here it is, you seemed to think that I shouldn't see your big
tits.  I've got one, two ...  four offences listed here.  I reckon two
strokes each.  Total of eight lashes on your tits I think.  Now this one
I'm told will really hurt!"

   She couldn't believe that he was going to do it.  She begged and begged
him not to but all that came out were muffled grunts.  This nightmare just
kept getting worse and worse.  And then the pain started again.

   Once more he lined up her left tit and this time he connected.  The
strands of the whip looked like they were caressing her tit as they struck,
pushing it towards its twin with the force of the blow before it wobbled
back.  After the first lash he had to pause, catching his breath from the
excitement, tensing his groin to stop from coming as he watched the red
stripes starting to come out on her beautiful tit.  Six time he lashed her
tits alternating sides before he stepped back half a pace to line up the
last two strokes.  These lashes barely touched her, flicking over her tits,
but they ripped at her nipples, sending barbed pain deep into her tits.

   "Okay one more punishment to go before we get to your daily punishment
for being a cheat.  The way I'm going to work your cheating punishment is
that I'll just repeat all the other punishments for the day.  So let's see,
that means six plus twelve plus four plus two ...  twenty two more lashes.
And of course the next two that you're going to get for trying to hide your
cunt from me.  And guess where I'm going to have to whip you for that
slave!"

   Through the daze of pain and shock she heard him but didn't comprehend
what he meant till the pain hit her again.  Twice he brought the whip up
between her spread legs, lashing the tops of her thighs and digging it into
her tender cunt flesh.  As each lash struck home she jerked crazily against
her bonds hopelessly trying to escape.  The strands of the whip curled
through her pussy, spreading the lips apart, reaching back to sting her
arse hole.  As she silently screamed she felt as though her life must be
over, unable to even think how she'd be able to live through another twenty
two lashes.  Her whole body ached from the punishment and she was sure that
by now her flesh must be ripped and bleeding.

   Although he'd been planning to match her punishment for cheating against
all the other punishments he gave her, as he looked at her beautiful body,
now laced with red stripes he started to worry that another 20 lashes might
be too much.  By now he knew he'd enjoy doing it, but there was no way he
wanted to risk scarring her or anything like that.  But he'd said he was
going to keep whipping her and he knew instinctively that to keep the upper
hand he couldn't back down.  Then he thought of how he could do a trade. 
Reduce the whipping if she was willing to humiliate herself which would
work out even better, would be even more of a turn on if she did what he
had in mind.  Stepping up to her he grasped her jaw.

   "Now the idea of the punishment is to help you learn how a slave should
act.  Do you think you've learnt that?"

   She desperately nodded her head, trying to say yes, wanting him to know
that she'd do anything he asked if he stopped hurting her.

   "Good.  At least I think that was a yes.  It's a bit hard to hear you
properly with the gag in your mouth.  And you won't try to hide your tits
from me will you?  Good.  Or your cunt?  Excellent.  What about sucking my
cock?  Are you ready to prove that you're a cocksucker?  Good.  Then I
guess that it's time to get on with the rest of your punishment."

   He let go of her jaw and walked around her, letting the tension grow
knowing she was waiting fearfully for the whipping to continue.

   "Tell you what, I'm willing to reduce the next punishment to let's say
four lashes if you really prove to me that you're learning to be a good
slave.  What I'll do is give you ten minutes to think about this.  At the
end of ten minutes I'll take the gag out and when I do that I'll expect you
to thank me for taking my time to whip a worthless slave like you.  To tell
me how much you want to suck my cock, to swallow my cum.  Like in that
video Going Down on the Titanic.  Remember the one?  You wrote about
watching it in your diary, didn't you?"

   She'd been so worried about the cheating that she'd forgotten about the
other things in her diary.  And the video wasn't all she realised, her
despair growing even more.  She'd also written in her diary about
masturbating and the fantasies she used when she masturbated.

   "Then you'll beg me to whip you four more times for cheating.  Anywhere
I want, your cunt, your tits, your arse, anywhere.  And after I've done
that you'll thank me because you deserve to be whipped.  Okay, you have ten
minutes to make up your mind.  And from now on I expect you to talk dirty,
real dirty.  Like a slut, the sluttiest slut you can imagine, slave.  Oh,
and by the way, if you agree to this but don't do it properly, I'll have to
tie you back up and whip you till I'm too exhausted to continue."

   Four more lashes, that's all she'd have to put up with.  In her mind,
there was no question about what she'd do.  She'd talk as dirty as she
could, say anything he wanted her to say to avoid the pain of the whipping
he'd just given her.  As she waited she tried to remember what she had to
do and even rehearsed in her mind what to say to keep him happy.

   Meanwhile he'd gone to find his father's digital camera.  It was top of
the range equipment and soon he had dozens of explicit snaps of Janet.  He
was careful not to get anything in the photos that might give away where
they were taken because he wanted to post them on the internet.  With these
photos and the ones he'd be able to take in the days ahead, he reckoned
he'd quickly become a legend of the newsgroups.

   Finally he was ready.  It had been more like fifteen minutes by the time
he stood in front of her again.

   "Okay slave, I'm going to take out your gag off now so you can tell me
which it will be.  Two choices.  Twenty two lashes or you start proving to
me what a great sex slave you can be."

   Moving behind her he unlocked the gag then, back in front of her again,
he released the small valve, allowing the ball in her mouth to deflate so
he could pull it out.

   "Okay slave, what's it to be?"

   Her mouth was so stiff and dry from the gag that at first she couldn't
get anything out.  She worked her jaw, taking big swallows till finally she
managed to speak.

   "I'll do what you want ...  master."

   She almost forgotten to call him master and she tensed, half expecting
him to hit her.  But all he heard was the amazing submissive tone in her
voice.  He'd done it, he'd turned Janet Sheen from a totally up herself
bitch into a slave, willing to do whatever he wanted.

   "Oh."

   He hadn't hit her, he was holding her nipples again and she just managed
to control her impulse to pull back at the unexpected touch.  She waited
for him to squeeze them, to continue torturing her but all he did was
lightly rub his thumbs over the tips, sending a shiver through her body.

   "You know what I want slave.  Thank me."

   "Yes master.  Thank you for whipping me.  For punishing me."

   His insides did a somersault as he listened to her.  Her voice had
changed so much, the "fuck you" attitude was gone and it really sounded
like she meant what she was saying.  This was more than he'd ever believed
possible, this was really like living the fantasy where she actually became
his submissive sex slave.  It was intoxicating and now that he knew he
could do and say anything to her he wanted more.

   "You're a worthless slave aren't you?"

   "Yes master."

   "No, say it, say you're a worthless slave."

   There was no hesitation, she really wanted to please him, to keep him
from hurting her anymore.

   "I'm a worthless slave master."

   "And you want me to let you suck my cock and swallow my come don't you
slave?"

   "Yes master."

   He started squeezing her nipples again.

   "Ahhh, hurts ...  please master, master, please let me suck you cock,
let me swallow your come.  Please let me suck you off, please master. 
Ahhhh.  Oh, please I want to suck you, I really do.  I really want to suck
your cock, I want your come.  Oh, oh, thank you, thank you master."

   Reluctantly he let go of her nipples, secure though in the knowledge
that he could play with them any time he wanted.  He crouched down, staring
at her cunt as he released her ankles from the cuffs.  He really wanted to
sink his fingers into her cunt.  But he wanted her cunt to be wet, wet and
hot, the first time and he couldn't see any wetness yet.  So he decided to
wait.  Maybe she'd get wet when she sucked him he thought.  If not, he'd
just have to use the lubricant he'd bought.

   She brought her legs together, relieved to at least be able to hide
herself "down there" from him.  She waited, hopefully, for him to release
her hands but he wasn't finished with the whipping yet.

   "Beg me to whip you again."

   "Please whip me master."

   "I hope you haven't forgotten what I said earlier.  Where do you want me
to whip you?  Hey?  Because if you don't ask me properly it won't be four
lashes, I'll double it."

   "No, no, I'm sorry.  I want you to whip me everywhere.  Please master,
please whip me anywhere you want ...  my back, my bum, legs, stomach ... 
my, my tits ...  my ...  my cunt ..."

   Richard could barely believe it when she asked him to whip her anywhere.
He'd been expecting her to ask him to whip her back or maybe her bum as he
thought that would be the least painful.  Then when she kept going and even
said cunt, he thought his cock was going to explode.  Janet Sheen had just
asked him to whip her cunt!  Un-fucking-believable!

   "That's better.  After each lash I want you to thank me and tell me how
many there are left."

   He didn't wait for her to reply, lashing her across her tits.

   "Ahhhh ....  thank you master ...  three more."

   He whipped her across her stomach, her bum and finally between her legs.
Each time she cried out and each time she thanked him.

   "Ahhhh ....  thank you master."

   "Now I'll uncuff your hands.  And I'll expect you to kneel down in your
ready position."

   When he released the cuffs she sank to the floor, kneeling as ordered,
hands behind her while he fiddled at the back of her head, releasing the
blindfold.  As it came off she blinked at the light, momentarily blinded
before she fearfully looked down at her body, expecting to see it bloody
and bruised.  Her relief when all she saw were the faded red splotches was
so strong she almost wanted to thank him.

   Now he really was ready to come, to use her mouth for the first time. 
He sat on the couch a few feet from her and beckoned.

   "Crawl to me slave."

   It just kept getting worse, more degrading, more humiliating but she
knew she had no choice.  If he told her to crawl then she'd have to crawl
and so she did, her boobs hanging down, swaying as she moved across the
floor till her hands were at his feet.

   "Ready position."

   As she resumed the position, he lifted his right foot and rested it on
the slope of her left tit.

   "Take it off."

   She hurriedly complied, glad to be able to lift the shoe off her breast
as she unlaced it and put it on the floor.

   "And the sock."

   Once that was off he repeated the procedure with his left foot, first
taking the time to scrape it over her tit.

   "Take off my jeans slave, then my underpants, then start sucking!"

   With shaking hands she reached up to his belt buckle, struggling to get
it open.  As she was doing that he was undoing his shirt buttons, tugging
his shirt out of his jeans, pulling it off.  The button on his jeans was
next and then she was pulling down the zip, revealing his underpants and
the hard pole hidden inside them.  By now his cock was sitting upright,
tenting his underpants which had a wet stain at the top from his pre-cum.
She managed to avoid touching the bulge but she couldn't stop staring at it
as she tugged at his jeans, trying to pull them down.  He helped by lifting
his bum and then they were off.

   Forcing herself to keep going she took the waistband of his underpants
in her hands and started dragging them down, her head now bowed, avoiding
looking at his cock as she felt it spring free from his underpants.  She
dropped his underpants on the ground and taking a big breath lifted her
head up.  There it was, even bigger than she'd thought it would be.  It
grew menacingly out of his blonde pubic hair, his ball sack at the base and
then the long thick pole.  It was fascinating and terrifying all at the
same time, and she knew that she had to start sucking now before she lost
her nerve.

   Her lips puckered as she leant closer and he felt their wet touch as she
kissed his cock, pressing against his shaft, just under the head.  Pulling
back a fraction her tongue came out, pink and wet and he was sure his heart
missed a dozen beats as she actually licked the shaft with the tip of her
tongue.  A shiver ran through his body and for one dangerous moment he
though he was going to come then and there but somehow he held off.

   She hesitated for a moment, absorbing the fact that it hadn't tasted
revolting, well at least not yet.  In the video, the girls did lots of
kissing and licking before they took the guys things in their mouths but
she knew that if she didn't actually take it in her mouth now she wouldn't
be able to later and then he'd hurt her again.  Lifting her head up over
the top of his thing she opened her mouth as wide as she could and
descended.

   He was disappointed that she didn't keep licking his cock but he wasn't
about to complain as she prepared to actually take his aching cock in her
virgin mouth.  This is it he thought as his cock was swallowed up by her
mouth.  Her lips brushed over his cockhead sending shivers though his body
and then they were wrapped around the shaft.

   This was far better than anything he'd ever imagined as he wrapped his
hands through her hair, holding her by the ears and slowly starting to saw
her mouth back and forward, fucking her face with his cock.  His ultra
sensitive cockhead was rubbing across the roof of her mouth, the underside
was pushing over her tongue and her beautiful lips were massaging the
shaft.

   He only lasted a dozen strokes before his body started shaking and his
balls tightened.

   "Oh fuck, here it comes.  Suck me, suck me, suck my come!  Of fuck!"

   Pulling her head down he erupted, pulse after glorious pulse of his come
flooding her mouth.  He was vaguely aware that she'd stopped sucking but
that was unimportant.  All he cared about was the overpowering sensation of
his first orgasm inside a girl.  It was better than the best hand job, far
better than anything he'd imagined.  It had to be the ultimate sensation.

   After the first couple of spurts he started working her face on his cock
again, using her lips to massage the remaining come from his cock, the
shudders of pure pleasure continuing to rock his body with each spurt.

   "Yes, yes, oh yes!  Suck my cock!  Suck all the come from my balls!"

   She started sucking again and as she did the come that had collected in
her mouth slid down her throat into her stomach.  She shuddered as she
realised what she'd done, actually swallowed come from his cock, from the
same hole that he pissed out of.  For a second she thought she was going to
throw up but she controlled herself and managed to keep sucking as more and
more of the stuff spurted out.  It tasted salty and sort of strong.  But
not awful like she'd been expecting.  In fact the taste was sort of nice
she thought as yet another load came out, this time escaping her mouth and
rolling down her chin.

   "Oh yeah, fucking shit!  That looks so sexy.  My come on your face!"

   More come dribbled out the other side of her mouth as he continued
pumping his cock in her face, till her chin was decorated with creamy white
trails.  Finally the spurts slowed and he stopped working his cock in her
mouth, content to let her continue to suck on it as he slowly relaxed,
looking down, still fascinated at the sight of half his cock disappearing
into her face, her lips extended out and her cheeks hollowed from the
effort of her sucking.  One last tremor shook his body and the final gob of
come came out.

   He wanted to tell her how good it was, that it was the absolute best,
most pleasurable experience he'd ever had, but he stopped himself, figuring
that this was only the beginning, that if he pushed her, it could only get
better.  By now his cock was starting to feel sensitive so he pushed her
mouth off and then pulled her face into his groin, rubbing his wet cock
along her cheek and nose, pushing into her eye.

   "Well I hope you can do better than that next time slave or I'll have to
punish you.  You're cocksucking technique needs a lot of work."

   He stayed like that for a couple of minutes, moving her face against his
cock, smearing the come that had dribbled onto her chin over her cheek. 
Slowly his breathing returned to normal and finally he pushed her head
away, before he picked up her lead and reattached it to her collar.  Her
eyes were down, staring at the floor as he took in her face

   "You know you look great like that, with my come all over your face. 
Suits you.  Okay slave, back to my bedroom."

   As he stood she started to rise but he put his hand on the top of her
head.
   "No, slave ...  you don't walk.  You crawl like a dog.  Come on, heel!"

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