While her eyes were closed, I quietly told her how sexy she looked and that it was no wonder the waitress was so attracted to her and her sexy body. I...also mentioned Glenda’s most private fantasies, which caused her to moan and soon we were joined by our waitress friend, who had approached us unheard. She stood riveted to a spot in front of Glenda watching me fingering her wet pussy and ever so slowly began to touch herself, not even worried that someone else may be watching her.As if sensing. She didn't dare hope, but perhaps her Master's peers had convinced him to give her another chance.She entered Master's room, and stopped in confusion. Five identical faces stared back at her; she couldn't tell which one was her Master. The masters detected her problem at once; one with an angry expression on his face spoke harshly to her."Is this the slave who presumes to act without instruction from her Master? Who presumes to second-guess his decisions as to her discipline? Normally you would. Not to mention that at this time, I would slowly benefit from my first release of the evening, so something will have to be done. Her breasts have been bound for a while, so clearly that sellotape needs to go, and my toothbrush will never be the same. It’s time to bring out the whip!Oh, wait. I don’t have a fucking whip.I take the toothbrush out of her ass (not without wiggling it a bit first). “Don’t move bitch, and don’t you drop what you’re carrying!” says Victor, as I turn to rummage. It says that you have no power, might I suggest that you take it, prove it wrong.”Ephus narrowed his eyes as he stared at the sword. Powering up halfway, he again reached for the sword only to have his hand slapped back. At least this time, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad.Ephus hadn’t noticed, that Anhur was no longer holding the sword, it floating still in the air. Growling Ephus powered up as high as he could, reaching out to grasp the handle of the sword.A shrill wailing filled the air, almost.