I closed my eyes trying to think of something else, trying to ignore the intense need to cum. “Keep your eyes open and on the screen slave,” my ...aster commanded. He knew that as much as I loved pleasing him, being a bitch to a dog was humiliating. Doing so in front of strangers and being videoed even more so. Master also knew that all that humiliation added to what my canine Master was doing to me, was so stimulating it would be a miracle for me not to cum. He was 100% right. I couldn't. She sighed and stood up. She knew her father was busy this morning, harvesting the bloom from the renn furnace, and he had told her that Bente would come to deliver more charcoal.She stepped outside and there he was, all sooty, grimy, six feet five fingers and fifteen stone of him, his healthy teeth white in his smiling, blackened face."Hello, Maid Lotta," he greeted her politely, for Lotta's father was one of the most respected men for miles around."Hello Bente," Lotta smiled. "Father is. Actually my personal favorite when going into combat was a 5mm submachine gun. It uses the same round as the 5mm pistol but can spew out about 500 rounds in about thirty seconds. When you're going door to door rooting out the bad guys, the only thing better is a fragmentation grenade; I used to carry those too. Yeah I know officers aren't supposed to do entry work but when you're shorthanded and everything is going to shit sometimes you got to do what you got to do. Just to let you know, we. “Emma, I am going to have to teach you how to properly dress, to be attractive to who you shall serve.” Emma, wide-eyed, just nodded her head. Then he brought the silk blouse, the only nice thing she had worn. Starting at the bottom, Donald buttoned it only to just above the lower edge of her breast. Now, she was providing a wonderful peek-a-boo illusion. He slid her skirt up over her hips, tucked her blouse in, and zipped it up. Yes, a much-improved vision was now projected by Emma. Her.