I then took the boy into my bathroom.Once in the bathroom, I pushed him against the wall then took a pair of scissors and used them to slowly cut the ...oy's tee shirt from his body. He began to try to say something so I took the ring gag I had on the counter and forced it in his mouth, holding his jaw uncomfortably wide and gagging him. I told him that he wasn't allowed to talk, and that I was going to do whatever I wanted so he should get used to it. I could see the fear growing in his eyes.. He stood straight, his eyes facing forward, not following her as they used to tend to do. When she had first started training him he was wild and unbroken. He hadn’t wanted to be used by her, instead he had wanted to use her. She had shown him that that was not going to happen, and for the first several months he had walked around with an ass full of welt and a pony tail. The pony tail was the Mistresses personal touch on her ponies. When they misbehavied or were just starting training. I took the mug with water and started washing it. Then she walked out like that only with her bra into the room and slept on the bed. I don’t know what she was doing.She then told me to lick her pussy. I felt very embarrassed but with a lot of nervousness put my tongue on her pussy at first I dint like it. It was very salty as she had just pissed although I only washed it. But she said don’t worry lick for some time. Then I continued licking and wow it was so tasty. Then I slowly put my hand on. ..” I groaned, happily. “ ... before we fuck all sorts of ways.”“Feel my thigh pressing against you?” Oh, I did. Music of the future sounded in my brain. It was an interesting theme, suggesting a depth of emotional connection that did not yet exist between us. On the other hand, we had moved incredibly far from faggot-slutYou ask me if I love youAnd I choke on my replyI’d rather hurt you honestlyThan mislead you with a lieAnd who am I to judge youIn what you say or doI’m only just beginningTo.