As I pulled up outside the house, I was already wet with the anticipation of the night ahead. I remembered the previous encounter, and how he stretche... me as he fitted inside. I knocked on the door and he opened it, dressed in just his work shorts, his chest was bare and tanned. A slight shiver ran down my spine, as I knew there was no turning back now. We walked through to the lounge and exchanging pleasantries. He offered me a drink, knowing that it would calm me down a bit, I accepted.. .. WILL... LEARN... RESPECT!" He tweaked my nipple to accentuate each word. I bit my lip to stop from screaming out in pain. I squeezed my eyes closed to prevent the tears from swan diving on to my cheeks. "Yes Master!" I said firmly. "Please teach your whore respect, obedience and the proper way to honor her Master, her Owner, her Everything!" He released my hair and removed his pincher grasp from my nipple. Looking down I saw my right nipple was very red and swollen while the left was. “I must help her”, he thinks. He tried gripping the pole, it’s girth prevented him. He heard distant voices, car doors closing.He pulled against his tether, hoping to loosen the stake, but with his wrists bound behind them the pain is too great, even so he tried but the loose dry stony ground gave him no purchase. He ran at the pole, he thinks he feels movement, he knew he feels pain. The impact and the pain caused him to fall, he sobbed at the futility of it.The clouds cleared briefly,. I gave her a gentle squeeze just above her hipbone, then flattened my hand and slid it across her lower abdomen, and down to her vulva.When I cupped it in my hand I could feel that she was wet, and very warm, and I smiled to myself as I thought of her philosophy that a slave should always be so for her master. I pulled my hand back a little, then put my two middle fingers together and moved the hand forward, sliding those fingers deeply into her. I could feel a little tremor go through her,.