When he was naked Tara produced a small pair of rubber pants.“Before we start we need to ensure that that cock of yours doesn’t get in the way. Co...e here and step into these, they will keep your cock in place between your legs and restrict it so you can’t get an erection, they also have a hole at the back so you can work you arsehole out with a dildo”With the pants in place and his cock going nowhere Tara handed him a pair of hold up red stockings.“Let me see you put them on” Sat on the bed he. And it came from a direction where there should only have been silence. A light step, treading on a creaking board? The movement of someone sneaking up on her? Fuck! She’d known it. Her feminine intuition was rarely wrong. Placing her high-velocity rifle on the gravelled ground beside her, Annälisa pulled her gun out of its shoulder holster, twisted on a silencer in an instant, and clicked off the safety. She had no intention of taking any chances. Moving stealthily, she headed across. Thankfully, Min came darting back into the room just then. Owen decided that it must be Min for 'minimis'. Japanese people weren't named Min, and a pure bred Yamato was as Japanese as they came.Min knelt at Owen's feet, holding the green tea above her head for Owen to take, which he did. Owen said nothing. This was part of the decorum, and he was glad he'd got it right this time. Masters never thanked slaves. Slaves only thanked masters. Min remained at Owen's feet with her head bowed. By now His rules were ingrained her mind so deeply, she needed to not even think about them anymore, simply obeyed. Her bed was made every morning, perfectly done, and her entire, tiny apartment was kept spit shined clean. Master, who he had become by now, always warned he could stop by at any moment, and if things were not perfectly in order, she would pay in a way that would make Marquis de Sade cringe, and hide behind furniture. she had never seen his face, or heard his voice, though.