That was a privilege reserved to their Master, to whom they actually belonged. As a woman, who by law could not own property, Tismyna’s chamber-slav...s were effectively on rent from her Free Companion or nearest male relative. With the permission of Companions or male relatives, some Ladies kept kajiri, effeminate male slaves, as jesters or servers of food and wine, but even these could be taken away by their Companions, brothers, fathers or sons as punishment or simply on a whim. The. I must have fallen asleep. Even with the dull pain from my arms. I don’t know how long I have been kept bound like that. But somehow I was so exhausted after the vain attempts to free myself, I just fell asleep. I woke up with a jerk but I knew I was still bound the same way as before. I was in the same position as before too. My arms are so numb that I could not feel them at all. The all intrusive gag was still wedged in my mouth. Damn it! There is still a puddle of drool where my face was. Marion said that she had raised her right arm without being asked and her palm was flat and ready to be punished. Then there had been a whoosh and the cane hit her poor tender palm with a crack. She said that the pain had been excruciating but she had gritted her teeth and remained silent. She said that the next stroke had been even worse and that she had let out a low moan as the tears welled up in her eyes. She told me that then it had been the turn of her left hand. She said that she could. I was rather aroused at this stage and I felt my erection starting to press up against the zip of my suit pants. I leaned into Florence more and placed my hands in her hair, drawing her closer still, my personal desire over-riding any consideration for Florence’s comfort. She broke away from the kiss, smiling and laughing at me. She stood up from the sofa, still smiling. “Okay then,” she giggled. She untied her white fluffy robe and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing only a.