Even now,watching Netflix, Peyton held the remote control in her hand. And Iliked it when she led. Running my own company, having to keep so manypeopl... employed, where I had the ultimate authority in everything,sometimes felt taxing. It felt good to let Peyton lead. For her it wasthe opposite. The doctors had the final say in anything; she enjoyedbeing the one in charge. I think she needed it.Most of our discussions were serious. Most but not all. The ones thatweren?t serious were far more fun. ‘I’m sorry, is it a pain, being a slave? Is it tiring? Does it take too much effort? Newsflash. I, and every other woman her, DO NOT CARE. Sighing, whining, and other annoying sounds are punishable. You are here to serve, and it is an honor to do so!’ Drake hesitated, not sure how to respond. ‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’ She opened the gate and he kept his head down, trying to keep from trembling. What punishment had he earned now? Posting? A whipping? Something worse? Instead she clipped a leash to. ..I'd been fantasizing about it for days. She let out a surprised gasp as I put the first shackle on her ankle, just now realizing what was in store. I shackled her ankles & wrists, making sure her legs were spread. Once she was fully shackled I started tickling her nipples with a large peacock feather, running circles around each of them and her now heaving tits as her excitement started to build. I moved on to her pussy lips with the feather, making sure to touch them just ever so lightly as. I leaned over her and wiped it away and kissed her gently from where I had just swiped the tear. I whispered, “No baby, I understand. I asked too much of you, but will make it up to you somehow,” with a naughty chuckle. She giggled as she felt my dick press to the still wet hole she knew she would enjoy being filled and raised her hips to expose it for me. I rose up to my knees and pulled her hips off of the pillow and heard her coo with delight knowing she was about to receive the prize she.