"So I can still stay with you?" she asked, and seemed better on hearing what I had said."Yes, of course, Sweet Sandra," I told her with a kiss. We pul...ed out of the parking lot before someone saw us and stopped to ask questions, or to bullshit.The next day Sandra stayed in her room to give us some privacy, when I went downstairs to talk to Astrid. She was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast, when I got there. She had never had much in the way of morning sickness, and by now had gained a. Here are the rules slave,-You are my property now till I release you from my slavery. Your slavery will end at my discretion.You will address me as Mistress/ Your Highness in private and madam in public.You will be used, abused, humiliated, tortured, rented as per my wish.You will be my toilet, menstrual slave and everything henceforth.You will only eat my leftovers from floor, dog bowl soaked in my bodily secretion.I will not pay any rent to your parents. The rent I pay will be earned thru the. The thin, white summer dress I put on when we agreed on a calm August night date is now sticking to my body. The night is warm, but the streams of water running down my skin feel icy cold. My nipples are rock hard.“We run, is that clear? We have to make it before it’s gone! If we miss it, I’ll punish you, and you remember last time. You didn’t like it much, did you?” He looks at me with fire in his eyes, pulls me closer by the elbow and picks up his pace. He likes it a bit too much when I’m. “Room 113. You can make it?” She took the card and thought for a moment. I watched as she bit her lip. God, she was so sexy when she did that. I felt the urge to kiss her then but I restrained myself. “My husband works third shift,” she said. “Yeah,” I nodded. “So he needs to see me come home. He’ll be home at eight thirty tomorrow morning so I will need to be back by then. No sleeping.” “Fine by me,” I said with a grin. It was going to happen. “After work, I’ll go home, get cleaned up, make.