So that was the first goal, to teach them respect.I handed them a short list with the etiquette in My house:- Allways adress Me as Sir unless when bei...g corrected or punished, then they have to adress Me as Master.- Allways sit or stand straight with tits forward ass back, hands not blocking anything, head up and eyes lowered when I am around. But to look Me in the eyes when talking to Me.- Obey My commands and instructions instantly and without questions.After they read the list (Ellen and. A few minutes later I returned to find Mistress changed into a Leather mini skirt, a white sexy top and knee high leather boots. She look so sexy, she took my cock in her hand and took me into the semi private dungeon and told me to bend over the bench and not move or else. She lubed up my ass and put a butt plug in it and fastened some contraption around my waist between my legs and I heard a couple locks fasten and she stood me up. It had been locked on so no mater what it wasn’t coming. As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he dragged himself up the stairs.While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered. The people started getting up, and Lee joined Zan, William and Dye in the carriage. They patiently waited for the procession to begin again. The soldiers soon had the path cleared, and the King’s carriage moved on to the exuberant cheers of the crowd.Lee grinned at the trio, “Cool Coronation parade, Zan.”They laughed and then heard Essco groan. Lee lent forward and observed the blood that was seeping through his coat where the bullet had entered his arm. “Damn Essco, I didn’t know you had it in.