He was impressed by how much I'd typed, which I dismissed as unimportant. Then he started talking about my checking the changes he'd make, so I interr...pted him, "Don't bother getting me to check it, Sensei. Write whatever you want and then submit it. You understand the technique and you know what needs to be said and how to say it; whereas I've never read an Aikido magazine. Just get an extra copy of the magazine it gets printed in please, so I can give it to my mother. Mothers get all proud. Most women and all the men who bought me used me primarily to humiliate me and for cock-and-ball torture, or just fucking me in the ass and making me drink their piss and stuff. I had never yet had an occasion when an owner acted as though I was a servant or a regular slave, instead of a sex-slave. I mentally shrugged it off and decided to act the part, holding a hand out. Shoheli giggled (she was obviously a bit tipsy with all the alcohol that I smelt in her breath) and gave me her hand as I. It was next to the cabinet where some paddle hairbrushes and canes were stored.Governess Carson explained what had just been discovered and there were murmurs of sympathy from around the room, but everyone accepted the decision. Even Mary, who was blushing and wanted to say sorry, but told herself that would have to wait.Once seated, Governess Carson ordered, “Stand sideways on and hold your dress hem above your waist so I can smack your legs.”Dale winced as she did as she was told, knowing. Now, I'm ridof you."Charisma smiled at Tiffany's naivet?. How could she be so simple afterall she'd put her through? "Have your breasts gotten smaller since youstopped wearing the brassiere? Have your stomach and waist and hipswidened or loosened since you put away the corset? Have your feetresumed their previous size since you discarded the shoes?"No, Tiffany thought. Her breasts were as large as ever. Her tummy wasstill flat, her waist still narrow, and her hips still as shapely asbefore.