I went willingly my cock threatening to squash myballs to nothing. The scent of her was exotic and frustrating. I lay inmy dog bed and drifted into a ...ight slumber as Consuela made breakfastfor Mistress and Master. I dreamed about being Consuela's slave, tastingher pungent pussy and worshipping her glorious bottom. My wet dream wasended by Mistress calling me.."Fifi....get up you lazy bitch.............time to do some training."Mistress attached my lead and led me out into the garden. It must. "This is where you come into play...," you say in a low voice."I heard, that you took care of your lord's hair removal...," you add, looking over your shoulder and glancing at the knave."Y-y-yes, Mylady," he answers, hastily averting his eyes from your shapely buttocks."That's good...," you mutter softly, and go to the high back armchair, which stands in the corner of your bed-chamber."Come here," you demand from the varlet, and wait until he stops a respectful distance behind you."Help me out. I had been wearing the thong all morning during my exercises as my master took me for a long run. In addition to keeping the pack in place, it makes me sweat more, and my master likes how it digs into my pussy lips when I move. My master was in a particularly cruel mood, dishing out painful electric shocks every time my pace slowed (he was on a bicycle). Afterwards he'd taken me to a makeshift gym where I'd lifted weights and done chin-ups untl the even the painful shocks ripping through my. I mean such rough, fast sex was something I was not used to and I had some doubts about actually deriving pleasure from it, but these worries vanished after only a few 'sessions'.Within a few weeks I started looking forward to my nightly romp. I would be practically bouncing, giddy with the idea of getting upstairs for another furious attack of my pleasure center.This was when the hate set in. I realized that the experiment was proving successful and I was upset. Upset with myself for being.