Even Mistress Zelda didn’t do major harm to any slaves. Nipple rings might be pushing the limit but Chris went way over the line with her plan to ha...e me castrated.I decided to investigate further and see what Chris might have on her computer. I have never invaded Chris’s privacy and her computer has passwords but I know how to capture key-strokes and I decided it was time to see what else Chris might be up to. I had time to set it up since I get home an hour before Chris.That night, Chris. He had my buttons of my dress completely gone. My handcuff around one of his wrist. His hands feeling my tits. I stood and had my drink in my boots and panty with the dress wide open in front. He took me to his bedroom as he made my dress fall to the ground. I walked topless, in my panty, fishnet stocking and boots to his room, dragging him by one handcuff as he followed watching me semi nude lead him. Once in his room, I found a place to tie his hand to the post. He stood there. I walked to. “Think, think, think. Who would she talk to?” I didn't want to stop her, but was worried about keeping her safe. She was just as on the run from my father as I was, and who knew how far his ability to find us went. The only people I was sure weren't converted into minions by my megalomaniac father were these three girls, and while Sasha was clearly cured from being controlled anymore by having my blood injected into hers, I was pretty sure she was safe from falling under the sway of my. It seemed that Becky's Mistress had just started her own business importing various pornography tapes from Europe and was planning on setting up her own distribution business in the States. The only problem was she hated the menial tasks usually associated with running a business. In essence she wanted to put her feet up on the desk, but she wanted someone else to file the invoices, handle the books and bring her coffee.Becky's role was to be that person. See Becky's Mistress had a soft spot.