‘Perhaps a small glass of cognac?’ Linda suggested. ‘That would be nice,’ I said. ‘OK. You go on up to your room and I’ll bring the cognac...up in about five minutes. I just need to sort a couple of things for the morning.’ While Linda went off to do her ‘couple of things for the morning’, I went up to the room, rummaged in my overnight bag for my trusty iPod, and, after selecting an old Peter White album, ‘Caravan of Dreams’, I placed the iPod into the waiting docking station and pressed start.. She would learn.?Thank me, slut.? I ordered as I slapped her face. ?When I am kind enough to grant you the privilege of cumming, you must thank me. You must thank me for any privilege I grant you, whether eating, drinking, pissing, shitting, but most of all, the privilege of cumming?. I slapped her face again. A red mark appeared on her cheek. She came back to herself. ?Thank you, Master, thank you, for granting me the privilege of cumming and granting me such great pleasure. You have given me. Using all of her force, she tried to drive the knife point through the palm of my hand. She did force my hand down a little, but there was no penetration. I then had her do the same thing at my gut. She had the same result there. To prevent an accident, I had put the shell over my whole body, so I was not worried.I now invited Alice to try the same thing. She had seen the demonstration with Nancy, but she was still amazed when she got the same results. I now told Alice to hit me in the belly,. We walked back the same corridor that we came. Side by side, and not in such a hurried manner as on my way to the audience with her majesty. I could peek into some of the rooms we were passing. Most were empty, but some had a bed and a round table, very similar to my own room. “I was worried about you.” Pharomé looked at me while we were walking. “The queen was very upset when she ordered me to call you.” “You know the reason?” “No, and if the queen chooses not to tell me, I don’t want to.