She was holding her arm, against her large breasts, with tears running down her face. All she had on was a very thin and tight white tee shirt and her...panties. That was not too unusual in our house."Kathy, what happened?"She looked at me and rocked back and forth on her ass. My arm she cried. I held it and looked it over. It did not look broken but it had a nasty looking red welt forming a hand width up from her wrist on the pinky side. "What did you do?" I asked again."The pain!" she cried.In. He told me that you’re hesitating because of the time you’ll be in training.”I nodded while Steve went around the bar to make himself a drink like mine. He put more ice in my glass and filled mine again. He said, “It’s like when you heard that you were going to be in Scout training for almost a full year,” when he came back around the bar to sit next to me. “I’m sure that you were almost dreading how long that would be, but it seemed as if you were graduating almost as soon as you began. This. Privacy deprivationSlaves have no right to their own thoughts, and they should not be permitted any secrets from their masters.For this reason, you may want to require that the slave give you access to anything it may consider private. (And, if you discover embarrassing things, you should flaunt them in front of slave to reinforce the idea that it no longer has any private thoughts.)You may also find that the slave is willing to tell you virtually anything when it is in prolonged immobilizing. ~First Year Magician Lesson-Devnik-I awoke to total darkness.The cave smelled foul. Blood and vomit had mixed in the air, creating a putrid odor.Water still dripped from the ceiling, and the cold was fierce and biting. My hand strayed back down to my stomach. My gut wound had closed, leaving nothing but a hole in my shirt to remember it by. I tried to stand and I managed to rise with something resembling grace.I stretched and yawned. I felt muscles uncoil as the fog of sleep temporarily lifted.