" Mistress Tamela emphasized her point with another swat and continued. "Thatthose insecurities cause him to belittle others" swat "obviously that wil...not be allowed" swat "know well that female slaves are more desirable" swat "muchthe same as cows or female dogs are more desirable" swat "and therefore morevaluable" swat "also know that in this household she is your overseer" swat " andtherefore will be given privileges that you are not". Mistress Tamela firmlystated; "your name is now Pale. “Have you been naughty today?” I said in a demanding tone. “Yes I have, you had better punish me, two strokes please.” She said in a flirtatious tone. She bent over the table, lifted her skirt, showing me her naked bottom. I gave her two lashes with the cane, both of which left a slight red mark, I grabbed an ice cube out of the ice bucket and rubbed her bottom with it to cool the skin down. “Ooh! I liked that! Time for my ten lengths around the pool now.” Sarah said invigorated. Sarah. Just as I settled back into the sofa, another guy entered the room wearing a towel around his waist. As if I wasn't there, he walked over to the television and turned it on. A few seconds later, gay porn came to life on a 70-inch flatscreen. Towel-guy walked up to robe-guy, put his hands on his neck, and pulled him in to plant a wet kiss on the lips. Fuck, I've never seen that before. Hell, there were likely a whole bunch of things I was going to see that I hadn't before. Wide-eyed, I gawked as. I knew that she would never view any male again in the same way after that day. The situation made me realise too, that I was increasingly assuming the status of the gimp; any woman was immediately recognisable as being totally superior and I was committed to emphasise my realisation of that fact on contact with any member of the superior sex.When I entered the reception of Miranda's hotel, my status and the diminutive size of the planet was immediately brought home to me. The receptionist's.