Sonia and Steve come over and stand very close by. I break the embrace and turn to them saying “let’s get on with them main event”, “You guys ...tand back a little and I will demonstrate the crop on her”. Sonia is rubbing the handle of the whip she is holding between her own legs the little studs obviously flicking her clit as they pass and I can see she is wet, the handle has a sheen to it.As they move back a little I say “first we need to remove some of these pegs”. I raise the crop aiming for. ‘Yeah,’ he said, barely audible and without looking up, ‘Good job.’ ‘Will, I never would have said any of that stuff or done anything like that if it wasn’t for you- you gave me the strength to do that.’ ‘No,’ he said, looking at her, ‘You could have done it all along. I was just the scapegoat of an already heated argument and thus provided a reason for you to hit him.’ ‘That’s not true.’ ‘Yes it is,’ Will said, finally looking at her. Frustrated, she pulled the car over and unbuckled. ‘What-?’. The pouch was held on with thin strings, so the Pigs entire ass was now naked. One could easily see the long red welts on the ass cheeks from the beating I had given him that morning. The Pig hung his head with humiliation."I don't want anyone to think I have anything to do with you, you piece of faggot shit. So you walk three steps in front of me and don't talk to me." Thousands of people saw him. Gay guys whistled and some made offers, straight teenage boys mocked and made fun of him. Older. Once the little green LEDs lit up, I opened the new laptop. It logged in automatically and went straight to a typical Windows desktop, though with almost all the icons disabled and a username of "slave", all lower case.The same voice came suddenly from the little laptop's speakers, complete with the same note of amusement: "Ah, smart outfit - though for some reason it doesn't look so comfortable now ... would you like to take it off?"I reached for the top button, but was halted in my tracks by.