All the while, she just stood there, like a mannequin: smiling foreverwith her frozen, botoxed Barbie doll face, in her frozen, subservientposition."C...me with me," Zanto said to her as he started to walk backstage.Like a female dog on an invisible leash, she followed.She sexily strutted behind her master, her huge, juicy booty waggingwantonly behind her--the thin strap of her sexy leotard's thong backflossing her crack--its abundant bulk partially hidden teasinglyunderneath the twin tails of. At least until they went up and tried to fuck each other's brains out.--Elizabeth pointed out that nonphysical punishments were sort of the same principal as a timeout. She also asked if those cells they slept in were actually for that purpose. Which Jason said was correct but being locked up at night in a small cage was another. Along with being made to sleep on the floor instead of in their Master's bed was also an option. Though the nonphysical punishment Chelsea hated the most was being. I had taken the university accommodation in a studio apartment and since the building was a non-smoking one I had to go out to smoke due to this I would meet quite a few people while smoking and this way my social circle grew, in fact, we had a small group on WhatsApp which was for our smoke meetings there were about 7 of us there 5 girls and two guys including me, we all had become close friends and we used to go out for parties and all.During this time I got close to one girl her room was on. It was only when the ecstasy had passed did the feeling of shame andself-loathing was over me again. It was bad enough to find myself castback to childhood, but to somehow be enjoying the humiliation such aregression would bring? That was worse than anything Alice could throwat me. Even worse, I had to somehow find a way of hiding the stain onthe bedsheets, which was as futile as the self-admonishments I wasdoling out.I wasn't surprised to find Katie at the door when it opened, Aliceclearly.