"One," i counted off. "Thank You for punishing this dumb sissy cunt,Master."i counted each stroke and repeated my thanks for His discipline. Bysixth...blow, i was panting, struggling to speak. By the tenth, silenttears were streaming down my face. By the thirteenth stroke, they wereno longer silent. i was sobbing uncontrollably, counting each blow andthanking Master, my voice breaking."Not bad, whore," Master said after the twentieth and final blow withhis belt. He rubbed His hand over my. Dom only needs to pinch me to snap me into action. I exchanged the short whip in my hand with a riding crop and took out the gag. I sat on the beta’s back and hit her. That made her crawl around on the floor on shaky, bare hands and knees and stop before Dom as I ordered. I had her kiss each of His shoes in tribute then lick them clean. I think Dom really liked that initiative I took and that put me on cloud 9. I loved our play this evening and I profusely thank Him for blessing me with it.Much. His smile became strained over the course of the evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa- tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks, arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When she haughtily summoned. If Kristy was raised separately from Stephen, she doesn't have that taboo filter turned on. Whereas Stephen probably has some memory of her being born and her being a baby so he still thinks of her as a sister. While Stephen was talking, he did some Google searching on his phone and found that this theory is called the "Westermarck Effect."An hour later, Kristy came back from class and found out the news as well. The three of them drank to celebrate Stephen's new job. Aaron watched their.