My wife’s slacks were quite tight and gave a good impression of her bum, which was chubby but well shaped, a lovely sight when she bent over of cour...e and she did that a lot when filing.The events I am speaking of here happened one spring after noon a few years ago now and told to me by my wife.My wife brought Mr Jeffries his afternoon cup of Tea as she did always did around 3 o’clock. He liked his Tea at specific times of day!Inadvertently my wife tripped and spilt the tea over his case notes.. "Behind the glass you will see one of the more profitable businesses of the hotel: slaves in training. These submissives signed away their freedom to some master or mistress who has sent them to us for special training. Sometimes it is done as a gift for the slave, sometimes as a punishment, or just for convenience."In theory we do not train slaves who did not originally consent to their condition, but with complete honesty, it's hard to tell whether they did or not. It is part of our mission. Needless to say, we had a great dinner complemented by some Pinot Blanc wine. After dinner, we sat and chatted – and finished off the bottle of wine, too! I could feel it taking over and I was also curious about what it was that Stacy wanted to show me. So, I asked.We were sitting on her deck, so she led me inside and suggested that what she had to show me was probably best viewed in the bedroom. Okay – we continued into the bedroom and Stacy suggested that I have a seat on the bed. What could. Yes, Yes, I'm…I'm so sorry." Tears again were streamingdown his face. "Just saying your sorry doesn't wipe all my frustration and suffering awayDarling. You must pay for it, you know that, don't you?" She wiped his tearwith her thumb and sucked it off her finger! "Ye.. yes... If you say so! I love you, Amy! I really do!" "I know. You're so fucking pathetic. I want you to remember that when thepain is so intense that you pray to die! And I want you to know that no matterhow much you are.