I existed to make him happy.The crowd cheered as I reached up and slowly began unbuttoning my top. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but I knew it didn’t...matter - there would be plenty of time to learn. Master was going to want me onstage a lot more from now on, of this I was certain.Shrugging the top off, my breasts were revealed to the crowd, hidden only by a thin lacy bra. For a moment I was puzzled by their size, but it was easy to shake that off. My tits were as big as Master wanted them to be,. A few days after we had come back Shubhi landed up at home on a Saturday morning. Walking in, she drew the curtains close and stripped completely nude. Shubhi ‘Aata pasun aapan ekte astana me ashich rahanaar… Nagdi’ (From now on I will stay naked whenever we are alone) I smiled at her and pulled her towards me, hungrily I devoured those full rosy lips. My hands began to roam over her silky smooth skin. I could feel her shudder as my fingers danced around. She turned around and moved her long. Now she’s violently shaking her head and screaming, ?Plllleaaassee noooooo?.noooooo,? at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps extending her breasts and they snap back into place, now swollen and painted with red welts and puncture wounds. The man plays with her abused tits for a minute, twisting her nipples hard right where the clamps had dug their metal teeth in. She cries and shouts in pain, but the onlookers know this is only the beginning. The torturer then smiles. Her dollhouse, her shoes, her numerous toys and games. All waiting for her to come back and play with them. They sat in anticipation, like they did that afternoon so many years ago. And in the little bed, covered from head to toe lay a little form, eerily still. ‘Go on,’ Cathy said, more a voice than a body. He walked slowly to the bedside and stopped for a moment, wishing to god he didn’t have to do this again. Not again. He peeled back the blanket and there lay Cathy, pale and frozen, with.