Mark opens his mouth, begins his rebuke, "Hey, Eva, Steady on—Thwack."Owww!" Natalie cries as she glares at Eva, nearly swears but bites her tongue....Shall we try again?" Eva says.Silence."I said, shall we try again? The words you are looking for are, 'Yes, mistress'." Yes, mistress." Now, that didn't hurt, did it?" No mistress." Good. You're a fast learner. I like that in a slave." Is what they say about you true, bitch? That you've been a bad person?" Yes, mistress." In what way?"The very. “Oh I know who you are! You’re wearing your name tag.” Looking at my confused face, she pulled at the name badge on my plain vest top, gently brushing against my incredibly stiff left nipple, sending a current of want directly to my pussy. Oh my. She let go of my arms and spun around, heading towards the counter, talking as she went. I was too stunned to move; I was surrounded by the smell of her. A mixture of fruity perfume, mint and sweat. I’ve never thought to use this word to describe a. I smell the wood of the cross. In all probability I’ve tied people to this cross. For all I know it’s the cross where ... well, where some great growth happened. There’s an even higher probability that I’ve been tied to this cross before. No matter what happens, I will be fine. I breathe, reaching to ground myself.Susan sweeps in. She’s the top; she can help. I’m not used to leaning on my top emotionally quite as much as I’m doing, but if she’s up to helping, it will make things much easier.. "Who are they for?" Let's see... This one," he pulled a medium sized arrangement of purpleflowers out of his box, "is for Mrs. Stevie Wentworth."Gerry was surprised and a bit jealous. Who would send his wife flowers?Before he could get upset about it, though, the delivery man placed theflowers on the reception desk and then continued, "And this one is forMiss Gerri Wentworth." He handed Gerry an arrangement similar to the onemeant for Stevie, but instead of being primarily purple, Gerry's was.