The woman who used the cane took a mischievious delight in always, with complete candor, explaining either the fault to be punished, or the fact that ...here was no fault at all: she simply felt an appetite for that particular girl´s bottom. Even Dorinda and Terry soon found themselves accepting these inflictions as a natural order of things. Harriet´s ‘Sports Day’ was her favourite device for arriving at a compromise in the motives that employed her cane. It was a Gala affair widely patronized. I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to. I worship my Mistress. This will be mefor all of my days. You cannot change a person's soul."Earlier, you called yourself bisexual," he said."Yes, sir. Mistress has had me fluff her boyfriends. She has had mefellate them completely while she watched. She has had them peg me. Shefinds it very erotic to witness."And you?"I have my fun," I said, smiling. "Oh, I didn't like it at first. Itfelt...invasive. Let me tell you about the first time. She told me wewere going to have a three-way. That meant. When I looked at Rachel, I knew then and there that we were going to go through with this. We were at just the right level of intoxication to want to do it. I couldn't believe that I was going to show my pussy to these guys; my heart started to pound and my face flushed.The guys all cheered and hooted and high-fived each other.I don't know what excited them more, seeing a new pussy, showing off their girlfriends/wives to the other guys or getting the chance to show off their dicks. I guess it.