Still, there is something to be said for a man who wants you enough to be willing to wait,” I said.That was the last time I ever talked to Carla. My...education and my marriage took up all my time from then on.I did end up going to Michigan to get my Naval Engineering degree. I hated the winters, but I got through in three years instead of four. Randy got his PhD, and started working on his book.After I got my degree, Randy paid for me to go to The Landing School in Arundel, Maine to get my Yacht. I heard the fucking driving snicker when he heard it. He squeezed my breasts together and raced back and forth from nipple to nipple, licking and gently nipping on them. He rolled them in his fingers and tugged on them. I heard myself gasping. It felt soooooo goooood. And I hated the son of a bitch for making love to me. And I was furious at myself for responding. I felt I like my body was betraying me. And the drug was making a non-response impossible for me.He slid down a little further and. Mum had a day off as well. I was cleaning my room and struggling with changing the bed sheets. Normally the maid takes care of such tasks, but she had been ill for a few days. As mum walked past my room she saw me struggling with the bed sheets.Mum: That’s not how you do that. You guys can’t do anything without a woman.Mum wrestled with the bed sheets. In under three minutes, she had made the bedding which I had been struggling with for over ten minutes. As she prepared to leave my room, I. And you will from now on do everything either one of us tells you to do. Including getting up!"He then shackled my wrists and ankles with my body facing the wall and using the Cat-of-nine-tails proceeded to whip me over and over again. This was not just a whipping that I usually like, but a beating to teach me a lesson."Slut you must remember that you are never again to call me Billie, only MASTER. I am no longer Billie you son but your MASTER and I own you."The whippings were coming so fast.