"Now go on and get cleaned up."Robyn took the towel. "Thanks," she said shyly. She started to walk around him."Oh, I almost forgot," Peeps said. His n...rmal gruff tone was back. "Those drinks and glassware are coming out of your check, girlie. I don't pay you to smash up the place."Robyn's smile was broad even though a bit rueful. "Yessir."* * * * *Robyn was wiping down one of the tables when Brad came up beside her. She froze, feeling completely off balance. She'd somehow managed to make it. She moaned, moving her hips to try to get me to touch her clit. "It's torture, isn't it?" I asked. "Right now you'd tell me anything, promise me anything, just so I'd let you have the release your body's crying out for right now." Tears streamed down her face as she nodded. I heightened her stimulation without touching the all-important pleasure buttons. She whimpered, lust overpowering all else. Her nipples and pussy ached for my touch. It made me feel powerful to say the least. "You are. ”“What are hash brown potatoes, Your Grace?”Ange was pouring the diced ham into my egg mixture and Jam was doing the same for the veggies. I slowed my mixing now that everything was thoroughly mixed and coated. I turned the heat back on as Jam explained hash browns. The cook’s eyes lit up in understanding. She reached for another pan. She said, “Please, some grease?” I nodded and spooned grease into the pan until she nodded. She grabbed diced potatoes from the fridge. We cooked side by side. I. I had been branded when I committed myself to a life as her slave with the letter S by a hot iron on my bare behind and tattooed as being her slave and her property on my bare back for all to see and recognize me as being her slave for the remainder of my life. I wear these brands with pride and joy despite the impossibility of their removal. I am just a slave yet I feel like prince and a princess when I suffer unto her and worship her presence. In this form of bondage as in others I have.