?Her eyes slam shut and her head falls back at the welcome invasion asMaster?s fingers slick over her hard clit, stroking her, teasing her close tothe...edge of orgasm before backing away.?She is trembling with restrained desire as Master reminds her of what itmeans to be owned by him, what it means to submit to his control.? She hears him step away.She feels the leather bite into herflesh again, feels a whimper being torn from her throat as the pain transformssomehow, mutating, twisting itself. “Thank you,” I mumbled, a slight gasp escaping my throat. A deep breath. “I can’t think of anything that would make me want to give up this place.”“I hope not, honey, but it will be yours and yours to decide.”I was still petting Thurston. “Does Thurston go with the house?”Now there were three unison laughs.“Thurston is six, so he should have plenty more summers of running through the woods with you.”I gave him another kiss on top of his head. This day had twisted my heart and mind and spirit in. I looked round and he had his manhood in his hand. It was huge to say the least. A good 9 inches, but thick with it. Strangely I never felt intimidated by it, against my smaller 6 inches. It turned me on that she was excited. I moved up the bed to my wife's side so my totally erect cock was by her mouth. The gardener could now have full view of her hairy and dripping pussy. Her legs were wide open, her lips pulled back slightly to show her inviting pink entrance. He dropped his shorts and moved. They mostly still have their previous lives, but when I want them, they would drop anything to do as I ask. One is an music teacher and the other is a dancer, but works as a bartender. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but of course, they now belong to you. If you’d like, I can bring some of my older slaves back into the fold as well. Would you like me to have them come here for you?”“Not at this time. Tell me about why they are your slaves.”“Master, I am confused on how to answer you. I.