As the night progressed I was playing the Playstation 3 and decided that it was about time to get her laundry going. As I walk into her room I noticed...that all her clothes were scattered about and in every direction. I start by finding her laundry basket, after that I start picking up her clothes one by one, until I find a thong she has recently worn within the day. As I pick it up it gives off this wonderful smell and I’m instantly turned on. I take the thong up to my nose and take one huge. I looked her over, and as my eyes scanned passed her soft, framed cleavage, I noted that she did not have my mark. I started getting hard again and wanted to make sure she wasn't being affected by my Charm. I deliberately thought about wanting her to want me, and I could feel how the effects of my Charm enveloped her, like a warm, happy, and sexy blanket. Monique's eyes filled with fire and she began to approach again, but I pulled away the effect. Instantly the fire flickered and died. She. . May I ask you a question?” “Oh dear!” replied Miles, his face sinking. “Really, it’s nothing to be worried about, and I wouldn’t want to embarrass you. It’s just...” “No, no, it’s quite alright, ask away.” “It’s just that when we punished you... I think you felt much better for it?” Miles tried to formulate a sensible answer and tripped over his words eventually settling on a simple, “Yes”. “That’s okay.” Mrs. Dupree gave a reassuring smile and squeezed Miles’s hand. “Do you think boys. I softly ordered her to say nothing if she wanted to avoid being severely punished.To her credit she recovered her composure and stayed silent. When she rose from her chair I led her round to where Lucy was sitting then clipped on her chain and led them both from the dining room. Joyce had done the same with Bill and she exited from the dining room and led us down to the basement and into the dungeon."I noticed that your new slave was a bit hesitant in her response to my announcement. Even.