But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he wants from her. I love when you talk dir...y to me, calling me slut, cunt, bitch, telling me take it up your ass. That’s all your good for is my pleasure, to use when I want, Slut loves when Master is rough, slut loves her Master, he does not take no..it is not acceptable. Slut is to be ready at all times, and Master is growing weary of slut’s cunt not dripping wet. Must I punish you till. " Doesn't that amount to treason?" Yes, your Majesty!" You know the penalty for that, don't you?" Yes, Sire! Death!" Well, you are going to suffer a little torture before death." Spare me, Sire." No! You shall be chastised before suffering death by fucking." Spare me, Sire." No! Prepare to meet your doom."This was met not with a wail of terror but a snort of laughter. I was having trouble controlling myself from laughing too at this ridiculous pantomime.I gave her a light but noisy smack on her. James?” He looked at me still not sure of what I wanted from him. “No, we don’t need the big lummoxes. Yves is scared of the dark anyway.” “I am not!” Yves expelled to the grins around the table.Snorre punched his brother in the arm, “No, he is claustrophobic, I’m the one scared of the dark and crawly things.” Yves returned the punch, “Yeah, the big sook screams like a girl if things crawl on him. What about you Trixy, what are you scared of?”I looked thoughtful and shrugged, “Not much. I have. What were you thinking?’ ‘Well, I heard there’s a really sweet bowling alley in town.’ She answered. Wyatt laughed. ‘It’s actually pretty shitty. But I’d love to go. How about tomorrow? I’ve got a doctors appointment today.’ Sarah said, ‘Yeah. I’ll come by around four. We’ll walk there?’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Yeah. You can’t see, but I’m nodding.’ Sarah giggled. ‘Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Wyatt smiled. ‘Yeah. See you tomorrow.’ * * * The next day, at four, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt opened.