?Please, no more? I begged. ?Well, I was finished but since you had to talk without permission? He said, threatening. And he hit me hard with the belt... 10 more times, and counting, fast and hard, no mercy.?Now what do you say?? ?Thank you master? I immediately replied.?That’s my girl? He said approvingly. When he said that, it really made me feel dirty in such a good way. Despite the fact that the last ten minutes of our time together, he was beating my ass up. ?Be a good little whore, and get. My name is Charlady, I am a 21 year old submissive single slut, five foot ten inches tall and I consider myself a little overweight but my master tells me different.I followed my instructions to the letter, by wearing the required short black skirt and white blouse with no underwear beneath them. I was allowed to wear a sports jacket type coat but not allowed to button it closed, not that I could with my 36DD breasts causing hindrance to achieving that. At 6.30 pm I was outside the building. I fondled and caressed her to my hearts desire. Her pussy was shaved clean and was already moist. In the darkness I lifted her night gown and feverishly put my nose to her pussy and took a whiff of her sweet pussy aroma which I missed so much. She smelt as good and funky as always. And my cock just got rock hard throbbing with lust, waiting to have a union with her, with whom I could never make love in our younger days. 'Better late than ever,' I thought to myself. She had matured now and was. “Well maybe that’s why I’m here,” he said genially. “Maybe I’m hoping you can help me find a way back into the Almighty’s good graces.”“Not going to happen, buster,” she said, adopting a light-hearted air at odds with her inner tremors. “You’re as damned as damned can be, that’s what the Book says. More likely you’d try to drag me down―which isn’t going to happen.”“No?” The candlelight flickered and blazed in his eyes, startling her. “That’s a very stern theology you’re clinging to. If we’re.