Master gets me off the cross and takes me to the bedroom and ties me to the bed on my tummy with my legs spread and hands above my head. I am chained ...o the bed frame itself and He takes the vibs out of me. Master gets out the cane, the punishment cane. Oh I hate that cane. It’s thick and made of bamboo. He says 50 would do for this time. I bite my lip and wait for the first sting. It’s going to hurt more for the shame of letting Master down always makes it hurt more. “whackkkk” comes. ” I said. “I am ready to accept that fate,” she said, “I am not afraid of these men or death. In a sense I am more of a man than you are, Pussy.” She laugued. I knew she wasn’t bluffing and that there was no way to change her mind. Despite trying to muster up all my courage to defy her I couldn’t do it. My fear of getting killed by these men was too great. Perhaps Janet was right, I was a pussy after all. Sensing my fear and shame, Janet said, “You will act like you enjoy getting fucked. " He laughed, happily, suddenly gay.He looked at me - a couple of quick glances. "I don't understand how I managed to sleep with you last night. I could never do that again. Especially when I woke up to find you stirring things up. I bolted for the bathroom and I must have stood there for five minutes, doing 'shall I, shan't I'. Oh! Sarah! How could I resist you?"I snuggled against his arm, making the car wobble a bit.He said, "So, today is sorted out? Stay for tea? Take you back to Polly's?. "That's okay. I'm an excellent instructor. Also, I'm hard-wired to learn what you want." He extends his hand. "Shall we begin?"You look at his hand, then back up at him. "Begin what?" Learning about what you want, of course."He smiles at you expectantly, waiting for you to take his hand.You reach out and grip his hand, and he grips yours tightly. He doesn't attempt to shake it, though; instead, he lifts your hand up and puts his other hand on it. He pulls you just close enough that he can lean.