The thirty-year Air Force veteran preferred to keep the conversation to small talk. All throughout dinner, the Colonel alternated between eating and s...oking a cigar.Once dinner was finished and cleared away and the steward dismissed for the night, Colonel Shaw took the two agents to his living room area. After a few pleasantries, including the offering of drinks or cigars, the colonel opened up but in a rather curt manner. "So I gather you are here to investigate that box?" Yes, we are," D. Mike’s friends began arriving at 8. Howard was a tallgood looking police sergeant, Ron is a pit boss at thecasino and Carl is a high school phys ed teacher. Mikeintroduced me to them and they were more than friendly,profusely complimenting me telling me how cute and sexyI was. I was eating up the attention. They sat down at the small table and started their gameand I started serving them snacks and drinks, mainlybeer. Although a good part of my butt was clearlyvisible I was careful to. You know the code word. Sam knelt down on his Mistresses command, legs spread. On your knees she commanded, slapping a whip against her open hand. It hit with a small sound, enticing Sams gaze to flick to the whip. His Mistress stopped hitting her hand and Sam looked up obediently, his wants apparent. She smiled at him. Though, not a nice smile. Sam opened his mouth to speak and received a hard slap against his cheek. He took it, hardly wincing. The red mark slowly faded, leaving a pink. There was nothing that she could do. The release of her hog tie had ended some of her cramps but she was still in pain. She would just have to submit to this man and endure what she knew would come afterwards. “Sir, I admit that I’m your property” she sobbed out.“See, that wasn’t so hard. But the proper word to address me is Master.”OMG! OMG. He was really going to treat her like a slavegirl and there was nothing that she could do but submit to him. “Master, I admit that I am your property.”.