I descend deeper into subspace and begin to float among the white noise convinced Sir tied me to the bed solely to keep me from flying out the window....Where I am? Who am I? Oh, yeah...I am in my Master lair and I am His toy....I could live in the moment forever.My body and mind meld no longer caring if pain or pleasure are given for it no longer matters....all that matters is my Masters sadistic delight and satisfaction. I am His instrument He plays carrying me to places within myself that I. This whole fucking night sucked, and it was only getting worse.“This is ... Athalia, I imagine,” Antoinette said. “What has she done?”“Tried to save her daughter. Bailed out on helping us. I’m thinking, I’ll break every finger in this monster body of hers. Teach her to—”“Jack.” Antoinette came closer, and stared down at the boy as she came within arm’s reach of him. “She was a mother who wanted to spare her daughter. And you should spare her.”“What? Why the fuck would I do that? She—”“Jack.”. She looked at my feet, then turn up her head and looked right at my cock. I was washed and clean. But Sandy took a good hold of my cock again and started to stroke me with a sexual touch and not a touch for cleaning. She was now giving me pleasure. Sandy looked up at me and asked if it was ok for her to do this? I moaned yes, unless she minded getting sprayed with my cum because it felt so good that I would cum soon. She told me she would love to see me cuming. She worked hard and I got closer. He could hear the clutter, as utensils were being used on porcelain plates. He took a strong whiff of the air and savored the smell that reached his nostrils.'Oh god!' He gasped. 'Fresh coffee, (sniff) and pancakes. God I miss that.'His stomach grumbled in protest. Only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten anything for the last thirty-six hours. Even in the most desperate of situations, his appetite would manage to surface. On more that one occasion over the past eight years had this.