David was just irreplaceable. His picture kept haunting me day and night. After ten years of living hand-to-mouth, I had finally saved enough money to...undergo that surgery. Once I had the surgeon's offer in my hand, however, I turned it down. I simply couldn't afford losing the memory of David that was so deeply burnt within these scars. I felt that correcting this defect on my face meant scrapping the memory of him and I didn't want that to happen. ------------- Beth removed her shades, ending. "I thought I was already quite clear on this matter. Are you stupid, too?" he asked condescendingly.Grasping at straws she began, "These stories don't mean anything...You can't prove anything." Oh, I beg to differ. These photos I think will tell quite a different story." Throwing one picture down at a time he began asking, "Does this look familiar? How about this one? What about this one where you're showing me your tits and cunt? Or this one, where you are kneeling at my feet, stroking my. I started the tape and continued to listen for the first several repeats and then headed back to bed. There was nothing more I could do but wait and see if there was a reaction in the morning. My dreams were filled with the wildest scenes I’d ever imagined. I was suddenly in a dungeon, replete with every form of device necessary to bind and punish a person. There was a whole wall dedicated to whips, straps, belts and canes that would have made the strongest person weak in the knees with either. Nothing would change how I felt about my Master. “You can tell him after you work through it, Mother. Master is just worried about you. Get it out of your system first and it will be easier to explain to him.”“Umm, I seem to recall telling Ari that it was my job to take care of you, even if you don’t admit you need it,” Master chuckled. “However, you can tell me about it when you’re ready, Kitten, as long as you’re alright. Just finish your breakfast, pet, so I won’t have to be worried about.