It snuck up on me and when I first awoke in the hospital that morning after my collapse I was disappointed that I didn't see her there. That stuck wit... me for the rest of the time before she arrived and then I knew what it meant. I wanted her there. I wanted her to be with me. There wasn't anyone else. Her reaction to my condition was all the proof I needed that she felt the same way. I didn't need her to tell me she loved me. It was her actions, not her words, that told the tale.We didn't make. Lift your head for Me."I did as I was told and felt a fur-lined mask being placed over my face and then buckled behind my head. It felt soft and comforting and totally blocked out any light."Did you enjoy your day at the Spa?" asked Daddy."Oh YES!" I relied, almost in a whisper. "It was an amazing experience." What did you like best?" He asked."Well" I decided to choose my words very carefully, "The overall treatment made me feel special... special to You." I added that last line to show my. He was betting it wasn't hot. Itdidn't feel hot, if that meant anything.Far off in the distance, if it wasn't some kind of strange mirage, he sawdark shapes. He couldn't be sure, but it might be buildings.He'd head for them, find someone, get a call out to Gulliver and demandthey rectify the situation. As his small feet shuffled through the sand,he started using his businessman brain.Hell, he might actually come out ahead on this deal. He'd certainly gethis vacation comped. He'd probably get a. ?Another, bitch?? I trail the belt down across you gently, teasing you with it as I ask. ?Y-yes, Master, please hurt me,? you respond, gasping and crying. So I strike again, harder, across the inside of one thigh. Then the other. And a third stroke to your cunt again, while you still writhe from the first two. Wonderful noises of pain from my beloved little whore; tied as you were, those sensitive inner thighs have escaped my attention until now. Your gorgeous, wonderful submission to.