.Which is more for dramatic purposes than anything else. "If you give metwo grunts, I will obviously have to find a better way to expressmyself... N...w let's try again, I am Mistress Dyvia, and until I decideotherwise, your name is 'Slut,' Do you understand 'Slut?'"I here a single defeat grunt come at me."Good girl."He doesn't respond.I look at my rearview mirror, and smile as I see him still testing andfighting against his restraints, "here's the deal, I am going to have funwith you. I am. -swallowing large loads of cum-having men cum on my face-having men cum on my leather, also in my asshole, and anywhere else then being told to lick it all up-being taken far away from my apartment by a man and fucked at his place-I would love to be taken by a man or men ( especially a black man or men) then fucked for hours into days and kept with them and used over n over by them. Then forced into prostitution by them and all my earnings will go to them. So as you may have figured out I love. I hear the lock and he is there with a rubber mac in hand – put this on and follow me – I slip the mac on – cold against my skin – I totter behind like a faithful hound back to the house. Mac off now, right sit in this chair – leash off but collar remains in place – ropes appear and I am secured to the chair with tits exposed and nipples on view – lots of rope and he sits looking at my hardening nipples puts a vibe between my legs and sees me squirm. Now slut – I could knock you out – a. I felt the electricity from her hand run through my body. I flipped to the last page of my homework assignment, expecting to find another heart drawn by my professor. Instead of a heart, I found a little pair of handcuffs that she drew. I squealed quietly, thinking about our last night together. I never had a boyfriend who did anything special for me like write love letter. So getting little signs of love from Miss Morgan made me feel very special. She stood in her heels in front of the.