" He said calmly, walking towards me with his large strides. "Never King, or Daddy." I nodded, I hadn't expected this to be his kink but I knew enough...about sub/dom sex to make this work. "I own you, every part of you. And you will obey my every command, yes?" Yes, Master." I nodded, looking at King's feet. "Good." He reached out and touched my shoulders, pulling me towards him. He hugged me loosely and whispered in my ear, "I hope you like pain, slut. You're going to get a lot of it here."At. Next time let's try for 100%. Now remember not to speak until you're out of the house." I removed her collar and gag and sent her on her way.The hapless Sharon was becoming acclimated to the fact that she would be punished if she broke the rules. Rule enforcement was about to increase.On Sunday, Karen and I went to see the Greek silver exhibit at the art museum. It was worth the trip to see the beautiful objects fashioned by hand all those centuries ago. We ate a late lunch in the museum. Nothing was said, of course. Maybe this would end up being a two-for-one thing; eventually."I think you're on, Mrs. Stephens. But Stephanie and your husband are coming back soon and you are going to have to do a better job of convincing me." He said as he turned away from the picnic table. He turned and moved his legs out from under the picnic table. His octopus-tentacle long arm reached out and snaked around Jenny's waist and guided her around to stand between his splayed legs."You are going. My dogs started to get restless. Either continue the walk or go home, they said. Paula put her hand on my chest, “Maybe we can help each other out.” My head was spinning as we began to walk back towards my house. When we got to my driveway, she pressed up against me and whispered in my ear, “I bet you’ve got other nice things to wear with that pantyhose.” “Yes.” I could feel her nipples against my chest. “Good. Surprise me. Come to my house for breakfast.” With that said, Paula ran her.