Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the lips between her bright red nails. The slave’s legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany p...lled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull herself up using the iron manacles around her wrists and the chains that hung from the rafters. John circled around in front of her and rested the bamboo cane flat across her belly. The slave -- nameless since her arrival several weeks ago -- tried not to look at his face, but she was drawn. "Thank you." Where did you get it?"Umm. What do I say here? "I’m borrowing it from a friend," I said. Shelooked content with that answer. Cool. The truth worked here.The stranger smiled and walked into a stall. I exited the women’s room asquickly as I could. Thankful the bra was no longer bothering me.Nicole’s second class was in this same building in 20 minutes. I was ableto find the next room rather easily, which gave me time to sit at my deskand play on my phone.My phone started ringing. I. The door opened and I again closed my eyes. This had to be a dream. “Arianna?” she said. “open your eyes.”I opened my eyes and I looked at her. She was the most stunning sight I have ever seen in my life. She had on a sexy low cut shirt that accentuated her perfect B cup breasts and a short skirt that showed off her incredibly long slender legs. Her hips looked mouth watering as well. I blushed a little as I realized that I was staring. I looked away but not before I saw a smile cross her. Ideally (and also in practice), a boy's life in the hands of his owners consisted of daily physical violation. His genitals were to be stimulated against his will throughout the day for every remaining day of his life. His cock was now but a plaything for his mistresses and a source of misery for him. He was property and his most intimate being now only existed to bring pleasure to others.And pleasure, it went without saying, was a thing of the past for the boy. What used to be his greatest.