I realized that (even more than Alex, more than my inability to offer any meaningful resistance) the thing I had hated most was what I was becoming. I...had hated the fact that his control was turning me on. Hated that it took nothing more than a command and seeing the red light lit up on his camera to turn me into some kind of sexual animal, eager to please even the most sordid demands. I hated that, even with the welts across my ass making laying down painful, I had ground my ass into the bed. The innocence radiated from her face. Her rosy cheeks were contrasted again her milky white skin. Her thick, rich, autumn, brown hair, fanned out over the white cotton pillow. Pet stretched her arms above her head, giving a slight yawn. I loved watching her wake up. "Good, morning, Master," kitty said, waking up next. She rubbed her darkened eyes, as if adjusting to the brightness of the room. I turned to smile at her. She too, looked beautiful in the morning's light. Her dark black ringlets. I then explained about my situation with Jack and he found that hard to believe. He hadn’t thought Jack would do something like that. He offered to talk to him for me if i wanted. i thanked him but said no without telling him my reasons, which were that i didn’t want any trouble and besides, i liked having anal sex. i felt it might cause suspicion on Frank’s part if i showed an interest in anal sex after all this time, so having it with Jack satisfied the craving.i asked Sheron if he believed. So she doesn’t do subtle, I don’t mind really. I was offering it hard, no?“Yes, please, mistress. You can fuck me real nice and hard now.”I laughed, more heartily than scoffingly. “I ‘can’, can I? I ‘can’, you tell me, little bitch!” I slapped one of her exposed titties. She just gave me one of those toothy smiles, like all those actresses on those fucking nighttime soaps who act with their teeth. You know: stick out chin, snarl, peel your upper lip off your front teeth, stare. Fucking hate.