"There was no unease, no growing discomfort. I love that I belong to you, I love wearing your collar. I love you, Rebecca Marie Eriksson." I love you ...s well, my Sarah. Your outburst might have been a surprise for you, but it should not have been for me. Ever since the collaring ceremony you have been the perfect submissive, elegant, flawless. You didn't give me the slightest reason to punish you. You were just perfect, too perfect."No one can be perfect all the time, not even if we want to.. And all the while he was beating me, he was screaming at me that I was worthless and stupid, that he hated me, that he was going to make me pay…after a while, I couldn’t even understand what he was screaming. I was so sure that he was really going to kill me that night that I almost wet my pants; the only reason I didn’t is because if I had, that would have given him the excuse he needed to kill me. I knew he was just looking for an excuse. I never told Paul about some of the things that. Then she looked down at the Black hands holding her tits and smiled. She was with her Daddy. She thought back to their last round of fucking last night. It had been incredible. Tyrone had stayed hard forever. Her stupid white boyfriend had cum within a couple of minutes but Tyrone just fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. It showed her how superior Black cock was to white cock. She resolved again to never fuck white cock. After she came, he changed positions and started fucking her again. " And if they don't, they get punished for it - isn't that right?" I pointed out."Yes, but so what?" Angie shot back. "Isn't that how we try to fix bad behavior in our society? John, I no longer have to worry about being stabbed in the back by some bigot because he sees me as being different from him! Those problems don't exist here. You talk like I'm missing something by staying here! Well maybe I am, but it's not all bad. Everything the mailman promised us has come true." Who is this mailman.