. I belong to you. I am yours, however, whenever you want. As your slave, as your servant, as a toy, as a lover. Whatever you need, whenever you need ...t." That's ... I don't know what to say..." Master, I trust you. Do you know why?"I shook my head, still stunned by her declaration."I trust you, because I think you love me. I know I love you."I was shaking my head, not in negation, but in amazement. "Tiffany, I can't do anything about this now. When you're eighteen, let's pick it up again. Can. "whoa Valerie this is live TV we're on air people can see that we're-" she put her fingers to my lips ."hon i turned the cameras in the studio off no one can see us or hear us, first and ten here we go" she said taking the football out of my hand then leaning up and pressing her lips against mine. "Valerie Stup I think we should-" i suggested. I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her tight bum a firm pat and a long firm squeeze, she pushed my hand away. "sorry about that my bad I. The ritual filling, parading round and voiding is repeated over and over until you are satisfied that I am ready to receive you."Well done slut. You have held more each time. I am pleased with you progress. Wipe those tears away, repair your make up and come to me when you are ready to be ravished". You retire to the living area to partake of some more wine while I try to make good the damage to my make up. I reattach the restraint and slip my panties and skirt back on.I join you. You allow me. She locked me in a small storage hold with a mat and bucket. She kept calling me a 'normal', dismissing anything I said as a lie, and treating me like an insect. I challenged her to a fight as my only chance to win some respect. On my mother's grave, I didn't know I was going to get laid after she pinned me to the floor." How long did you last in your fight?" she asked."I lasted twenty or twenty-five minutes, I guess. If I hadn't slammed myself into the wall of the hold, I could have held out a.