David was now keeping track of the strokes. There were sixty-three additional strokes, each one accompanied by shrill cries of pain, before the woman...cried out, "I submit. I submit. I submit!"The Owner stepped once again into the light and asked, "Do you submit to me? Are you my slave now and forever?"She hung her head and answered, "Yes. You are my Owner from this point forward, now and forever."The Owner turned to the Whipmaster and said, "Give my slaves fifty lashes to remind them that. As you do, you tell me that you know I slept through the orientation video, and it is important that I see what will happen this week.Once I'm cleanly diapered, you take me to the living room and sit me on the couch beside you. You turn on the tv to the resort’s station. You flip through the various videos to find what I missed. As it starts, I realize I really did miss something good sleeping through it.By the time it ends, my diaper is again wet, in that way.The video shows all around the. I tasted my cum and ass juice. I tasted him, too. I bathed his fingers with my tongue, sucking them to back of my throat. I never took my eyes off of his face. I hadn’t even looked at his cock since he had started watching me.He fucked his fingers into my mouth. He twisted his hand back and forth as he fucked. He wiggled his fingers. He rubbed his thumb along the bottom of my chin.“Mmmm,” he moaned. “You’re beautiful.”He pulled his fingers from my mouth as he used his other hand to pull. I swigged my beer and walked slowly to the Tory's table. I bent, put my hands on his tabletop and said, "Hear you're looking for fighters?" Maybe," he said, nodding at the chair opposite him.I sat. "I'm looking for work, but I only got a pistol." I pulled it out of the back of my belt and put it between us."Awful big knife," the thin man said, gesturing at my bayonet.I smiled at him. "What'cha payin'?" I asked."All y'can steal," he said, "an' all y'can screw." Don' need you to do that," I said,.