Both girls left the shop some six hours later, both carrying bags of sex toys, which we all paid for hire, Ailsa ran away from school, and lived in th... sex shop, earning her keep in the cubicles with men wanting a schoolgirl hand-job.When they eventually found her dishevelled body, she was a d**ggie with an insatiable sex addiction, and her dongs had gratified the pussies of hundreds of her former school' girls, 'Long Live Ailsa', we all said at night, thankful of her sacrifice so we could hump. Normally the dog-slaves were left to sleep in their bed baskets with only a neck chain as a restraint, so this was unusual and probably a punishment inflicted by one of the night shift. It was hard to believe that the cowed 534 had been disobedient, but 702 was known for being fiery. The muzzle she was wearing served as another psychological blow for the wearer but also had a practical purpose in serving as a mount for a dildo gag which passed through the ring gag in her snout and filled her. Except that I’m not a chattel slave. I’m a willing slave!” Sarah told me with kisses, even as we rinsed off and I got ready to shave her.“No need. I get plucked regularly. I pull every body hair out by the roots! Much more effective! I budget for it, even. Trust me, it’s worthwhile for me! Especially for my ass! You were probably a little too heated and busy yesterday to notice, but feel how smooth my butt really is!” Sarah urged me.“Oh, I noticed, trust me! You’re one sleek cutie, though I. As the desire for a child grew stronger, she would leave me, too. Leave me in search of a man that could give her what I could not.Over the next half hour, I drank half the bottle and was filled with a warm glow. It wasn't real, I knew. But for now it would keep the pain at bay. Lord knows I should know that for a fact. I held up the bottle, feeling a little disconnected from my own body. This was therapeutic, medicinal.A light came on somewhere behind me, probably in the Brown Room, but I knew.