He shoved his other hand between her legs, four fingers pushing deep into her cunt, fucking her hard, fingertips to knuckles, shaking her head back an... forth the whole time. "Like it, don't you?"Daisy's body was fucking back, her hips pushing forward hard, thighs clenching, ass twitching. He let go of her face and pushed his other hand between her legs, two fingers joining the other four, fucking her harder and faster now. She was moaning and jerking up and down, her head shaking side to side,. He accidentally jostled me knocking my black highheeled mule to the floor. Like prince charming he stooped down anddelicately placed it back on my dainty foot. "Such a gentleman" I said ashe straightened up. His eyes studied my black stocking clad legs and shortleather mini skit before moving on to my low cut blouse and settlingintensely on mine. He offered to get me a drink and although I'm not intomen, I said yes and even flirted a little. I guess I'm a bit of a tease.We talked as I finished. Six strokes of the cane each morning and evening to accustom her to pain. This collar, ankle and wrist bands will lock permanently on her. Oh, and a number five branded on her arse cheek?. Then he walked away, and I was taken back to my cell. All night I was left alone to ponder what I had heard, and what had happened. The thought of branding was terrifying, and the realisation that I now belonged to another person was erotic, but a bit scary. The rings I was ready for, as I had seen them on. ......................Is it?.......................Areyou.............Dave?" In her shock she dropped the files and I don't even thinkshe heard them clatter to the floor."At home I'm known as Diane, Carol, or at least I have been for the pasttwo weeks. I'm sorry you had to find out this way - I hope the shockwon't spoil our work relationship?" I offered as she looked me up anddown."You............You are a very pretty looking woman, Dave, Err, I mean Diane.There is no way I'd have known it was.