"This is what seems to be causing so much trouble, isn't it, Slave? Sit down and spread those legs." I did as I was told and he attached the eleven c...ips to my vulva, essentially pinning the petals back and leaving my pulsating clit exposed. I looked to the ceiling as each clip was attached. The hot sting melted into a hot burn. After he was done he told me, "you may not come. You are being punished, Slave. You stole an orgasm. I'm going to whip you and then your punishment for today will be. It was actually a real blast, that day. Yeah, for a Sunday there were loads of deliveries to be processed, but with the four of us, the other four students from the caravan, my folks, the Johnstons, Mavis and her husband Mark, and a few others who Mr Johnston had managed to rope in, there was some amazing banter and the hours just flew past. Mum, Muriel Johnston and Mavis slipped away at twelve and quickly knocked up a cold meat salad for lunch, which only took 20 minutes to eat, and then we. How they wanted to be seen.“He’s going to be way hornier than our last master,” said Anael to Jophiel. “The Most High didn’t have sex ever.”“He didn’t need it,” I said. “He was beyond it. Never even craved it. He created universes out of his loneliness.”“And you’re just a pervert, Master,” Anael said.“Because you made me into one,” I said. I gave her a fixed look.My wife laughed. “Did she? Or did she just give you permission to be that pervert you always wanted to be? That potential must have. You fumble your way upstairs to your cozy one-room apartment. You walk inside yanking off your pizza joint uniform. You put on a standard black t-shirt with your black slacks. Your regularness on full display as you hops onto your couch/bed.You began to flip on your small television, but a loud noise opposite you. Made your heart pumping wildly. You turn around, handclasp to your chest, to see two minuscule creatures with green and pink hair screaming something.You try to make out their unison.