She was constantly tormented with the carriage whip either by actual lashes or by simply having the tip of the whip brushed against her cunt lips as a...threat. If the plow became stuck then her cunt would be whipped with vicious undercuts until the plow was free. On and on the unfortunate woman plowed alongside her mate but was never able to satisfy the driver with her performance. Almost every evening when the teams stood in front of the overseer as their daily performance was reported the. I wanted to hold this moment, savor and extend it, but Gretchen wouldn't let me. "It's okay, though, Hawk," she told me, "I know all about cops. I watch Law and Order." One look and I knew she was serious."Dear God, help us," I moaned and covered my face with my hands again."What?" she asked indignantly.I argued a little more about taking the test, but it was just a formality. Call it reflexive resistance. Gretchen had already won this round, and I was going to get a test. It couldn't hurt. I touched the scar that tormented me everyday.I used to be outgoing and dominant. I enjoyed a certain lifestyle,keeping submissive men under me. Controlling them. Having them do mybidding. I was fair, but loved their games.Then, over time, a particular submissive earned my trust. He played hispart well and I didn't realise he was acting until he.......God. Tears slipped out. I had been so blind. I touched the scar on myleft breast with the palm of my hand, imagining it not there. But when. One day while I was leaving from my office she told me she will also come with only as her house was on the way to my house only we both started walking on road and while walking we talked more about her family and my family matters. After few mins her room came and I asked with whom she stays to my surprise like me she was also staying alone in her room I said bye to her and left. I night around 10 I got a call from her and we started talking she asked me with whom I am stayingI also said that.