Just as i thought, my Master, Ethan, recognized me right away. The assholestanding in front me, i learned, used Rick as his name. Just as the speakerw...s blaring out threats from Ethan to Rick, Rick raised the cane once again,and brought it down across my shoulder blades. i cried out in pain, my visionblurring to almost black before returning to just mildly blurry. i called outfor my Master again and again, sobbing, pleading with Rick to let me go. ButRick slapped me hard across the cheek,. He wanted it to happen. He needed to be lashed into excitement... for the years, the long tedious years of servitude to lonely old women had taken its toll. He craved the cry of a woman punished. He needed complete degradation of a woman, absolute domination over her before his lethargic penis would react and feel life. He looked at the bit of white cloth on the floor at his feet, the bra which kept those beautiful breasts from his sight and he smiled his cold hating smile.Carolyn shuddered. No one. I talk to my mom, and I tell her just about everything, but I’ve never told her this. I’m not ashamed of it, or shy – but I do worry about what she would think of me for wanting it.”Her mother, who is basically an older version of Annabel, around 50 years old, a little heavy-set, spoke with me on the phone earlier. “She’s a funny girl Annabel is. She’s always been a bit headstrong. She gets these ideas in her head and she can’t get rid of them until it’s too late. I dread to think what. You already have one punishment session to look forward to, so if you step out of line while we are out, I will punish you on the spot.” I giggled. His eyes grew wide. “Okay, slave. Let’s see how far that attitude gets you tonight.” I felt a flutter in my tummy at his words. We had been to the restaurant before. Master and the owner, Mister R, had become friends in the past several months. “Hey, J and Krystenah! So nice to see you both!” he beamed and led us to a table near the center of the.