With the TV off the room was dark. I felt the cold wetness of cum on my twofingers and quickly brought them to my mouth. I licked them and savored the...aste. As I put my hand down the light went on. Greg had cleaned up, andstood up, stepping out of his jeans and underwear. He turned and was inchesfrom me. I stared at his semi-hard prick, all I wanted to do was open mymouth and move the six or seven inches. Greg saying 'Fag' kept ringing in myears. Hoping that neither of them noticed me blushing. So are you ready for your first swat?"Yes, Mrs. Jones." I meekly answered.SWAT! "One, and yes I have a messy apartment." I said."You will clean up your apartment a lot better the next time I see you. Correct!" SWAT!"Two! Yes, I will clean it better!" I said."Are you currently dating anyone?" SWAT!"Three. No." I said. Now I was feeling very vulnerable and completely under Mrs. Jones control. Also, not only did I have to remember how many swats I had received, but also answer her. If you die, I help her go back to some semblance of normalcy. Of course, none of the alterations can be reversed.” He shrugged. “She will not procreate, will not have normal relationships of a sexual nature, that kind of thing, but I can help her find some simulacrum of humanity, if you will.”I studied Lady’s expression, wide eyed and shocked as it was. “I’ll give you one chance, Lady. Do you want to be free of Master? My guards have been told to not touch you and Weyland, against his will,. And it is, in slightly altered form, the algebra of human life. We are born under the order to survive indefinitely. We ultimately fail through age and disease. We die. In each session, one might say that I experience, from birth to death, the drama of an entire life. It is the cruelty of life, of the tragic and doomed conditions of our life, of our planet's life, of all life, that I am eroticizing in this theater of the psyche. The universe is a cruel taskmaster. No—it is not merely cruel..
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