The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, servin..., sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.Faith was once again blindfolded. She was naked but for that and the armbinder that encased her arms behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward obscenely. A ring gag was lodged behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open uncomfortably wide and effectively. As I watch her, I push the knife between the ribs and straight into the heart. Steve, shook, and cough a few seconds and everything was quiet except for Norma sobbing. I walk over to Norma and said, now you will pay for slapping me. I reach for the roll of wire and cut of a piece and began to tie it around each tit. I made sure that it cut into each breast. She was shaking and sobbing louder now. I lower her down now to where her feet just touch the floor. I grab a handful of her hair and. Name? Andrea Wilson. Address? He put his own. Occupation? He thought carefully...sell womans shoes. That sounds good. Income? Sadly I only make 8-10,000 a year, he chuckled. Thank god my boyfriend helps support me. The last question asked him if he would like to receive coupons and offers from companies involved in this survey. He answered yes. Let them send out all this junk at their expense. It's not like my box isn't full all the time, he thought. He laughed and put the survey and in the. I didn’t need for them to give me any information other than what they planned to do to their boyfriends. ‘Okay, boys, it’s our turn,’ said Kathy. Just as I did when writing the stories for the men, I recited the story to the women as I quickly typed them a story to their pleasure of sexual hypnotic retribution. ‘The four of you get on the couch,’ said Colleen. ‘Keep your eyes on my keys. Focus on the shiny metal and listen to the tingling sound as the keys sway back and forth and back and.