I focused on the pleasure of Master’s feet on my back and the plug inside my ass rather than on the strain in my arms and shoulders. I chanted insid... my head, “my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all, my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all” and I replayed the memory of coming without Master’s permission. That thought made me want to sink to the floor. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take that which isn’t given. I saw her. More follows, until there are four or five gloopy strings of it running down the inside of the pane.As I watch the last drops of semen drip from his dick, I feel myself coming. My fingers strum faster and faster at my clitoris, and then it hits me, that unique electrifying tingle. I have to steady myself on the window to stop myself collapsing. It’s a good one. I’m sweating too, and my heart is beating like crazy.As I slowly come down from my orgasm, I take the three fingers out of my soaking. On exiting the elevator, Zandra quickly slipped into a ladies room, entered a stall and closed the door. She then re-opened the window into her storage dimension and changed clothes again removing the prisoner clothing and dressing in a business suit so she looked like one of the secretaries here. She used a pair of glasses to make herself appear older than she was, and then waited for another woman to enter, took control of her mind, and sat her in the very end stall, asleep. She took the. She was out now doing her womanly thing of shopping and when she returned they were going that evening to Don Caesar for dinner to celebrate their ten year anniversary. He still vividly remembers the night that he proposed to her.After helping Emily bring the items in from her fully loaded car they sat on the living room couch engaging in conversation. Emily mentioned that she had shipped more items that would be arriving in about a week. Ted wondered if there was enough room here for all of.