"Mister Sherwood, what did you want to talk with me about?" Alice, first of all I wish you would just call me Art. You people may be paid servants but...I consider you like family." Okay Mist— oops ... Art. What's on your mind?" Alice, I have noticed that you and Fitzroy seem to have gotten quite close to each other."She sat quiet for a moment with a worried look on her face and then hesitantly said, "You are right sir. I guess we have become very close. I might even say that we are in love with. It seemed like I was given little jobs to keep me out of the way. Allison got all the big jobs, like making the tossed salad and being 'in charge' of the dinner rolls. I was pretty down and disappointed by the time we started setting the table."What is bugging you today, John?" asked my Aunt Kathy. She was helping me set the table for dinner."Nuthin'. Not really... I guess," I mumbled back. I was sorting out Grandma's good silverware at the time."Well! I think something is wrong. You are so. Torturing my own whore body. I kept on beating myself, my back, innerlegs, ass and belly. As hard as I could. Tears welled up in my eyes as I was in great pain. I squezed my nipple clamps to make the teeth brake through my nipple skin and make them bleed. I cried in agony as blood drops fell on the floor. My body all red and welded from the whip. I removed all the clips and made myself some food before my rapist would come to abuse me. I stayed completely naked. After dinner the doorbell rang.. "Vonda nodded her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Master." No, you're not."You're not stupid. You are disobeying me just enough to get me to punish you."She tried to speak, but no words came out."This passive-aggressive shit has got to end. You are my slave. Your job is to obey me. Completely."Vonda bowed her head, dejected. "I'm sorry, Master." Not as sorry as you'll be. You can keep on those jeans, but put on your chastity belt under it."It looked like she was going to protest, but thought better.