“We must arrange for both families to meet.”“Yes, Mother; though Emily is meeting Sam’s extended family tomorrow,” Mary nodded.“Weekend af...er that, perhaps?”“Should be fun, assuming it can be arranged.”“Good.”Sam walked home feeling drained as well as happy, both Pat and Mary having exhausted him, he thought, even if it had been very enjoyable. ‘I wonder if I’ll have to learn to pace myself?’ he mused in a mental chuckle. Knowing his Dad was still at work, he popped into Sally’s house, knocking. The lady straightened, stepped back from the cage, and began to remove the long top coat that she wore. Underneath it she was wearing a simple white silk blouse tucked into a tight black skirt. Her figures was slim and her breasts stretched and pulled against the tight fabric of the blouse as she wriggled free of the coat. She was tall and this fact was emphasized by her long black boots, each of them a complex column of laces, buckles and leather. Her hair was black and pulled up into a bun on. My mother says that I am "cute," and nobody else says anything about my looks at all. My sister Susan, who is 16, doesn't say much about me one way or the other, but she does like to boss me around. Mom thinks that is "cute," too, so what am I going to do about it?My dad was killed in an industrial accident seven years ago at the chemical plant where he was a supervisor. OSHA raised hell about it and the fact that the accident happened because the company failed to install some safety equipment. She hadn’t lost that ability to quickly understand my intentions. “I screamed, Master. I did wrong. Your slaves don’t scream unless instructed to….” The first strike opened up a velvet stripe from her right soldier to her left ass cheek. She didn’t scream. Good. The second made a veritable x across her virgin flesh. She held it in. The third broke her. The six bits of rawhide bit into the base of her neck and opened a perfect centimeter stripe down to her asshole. As she screamed, the buttplug.