That was only the routine discipline applied to all new slaves here. It is to show you what the basic three strokes punishment is for breaking our rul...s. Of course more serious offences are punished more severely, and it takes at least twenty, and sometimes thirty strokes at one every half hour to flog a really recalcitrant slave to death. We do not strangle here."This reply, above all, emphasised that she had been sold by her son, albeit at her own request, and the new Master was in total. Sort of," I said, trying to keep her hope alive."You can't be sort of a virgin," she said, "just like you can't be sort of pregnant." What I mean is that I fooled around with a lot of boys, but I never let any of them actually put it in me. Not there, anyway." I closed my eyes. I'd just blurted out something I had never intended to tell anybody ... not even my husband if he wanted to do it too!"I tried that a couple of times," said my mother casually. "Didn't much care for it. I prefer a man. But it's different. I felt scared and excited at the same time.” Richard hugged her tighter. He knew so many things would change. His mind was still down that dusty, dirt road and he was afraid he would have to wait for a tow truck to haul him back to reality.The thought of her hot mouth caressing his cock, the taste of her pussy and that cute little ass of hers. He was having a tough time focusing at all on her feelings of separation, leaving the nest and her parents. Richard just held her.. I feel the pull between us. The undeniable passion crying out to be released.' BUZZ! "Fucking shit," I mumbled under my breath whilst looking down at my phone in annoyance. Dom calling... The bold letters stick out like a sore thumb. I tell myself not to answer it, because it will be more of him begging me to take him back, when, alas, I don't want to. My ex and I are trying to be friends, but it's more like him trying to weasel himself back into my life. My reluctant thumb hits the bright.