I focused on the pleasure of Master’s feet on my back and the plug inside my ass rather than on the strain in my arms and shoulders. I chanted insid... my head, “my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all, my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all” and I replayed the memory of coming without Master’s permission. That thought made me want to sink to the floor. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take that which isn’t given. I saw her. I offered to take her to doctor, but she refused. “Why don’t you complain to warden and get your room changed?” I asked. Her reply amazed me. “That’s the most embarrassing part. Initially I complained about it to warden but I didn’t tell her they were abusing me physically. She thought it is a typical ragging case and ignored. She said it will be alright after sometime. In fact it has become alright although they haven’t stopped abusing me”I was puzzled to hear that. “How is it alright if they. ’ Damn, she’s hot. If Amy looks like this 20 years from now, I’ll be one happy motherfucker if I’m still fucking her. Looks a lot like Amy. Just a bit older and with bigger tits. Nice fucking tits. She even has Amy’s curly blonde hairstyle, though its a little darker, and she wears glasses. Love those glasses. So fucking hot to fuck a chick with glasses. She’s smart too. Love smart chicks. Damn, has she got a nice ass. Just like Amy’s. Tight and round. Tummy is just a bit thicker. Thighs too.. I tested the boundaries a bit last time in my dad's bedroom when I pinned her shoulders down before I came inside her. But I wanted to explore how much farther I could go.The next night, Deborah was sitting in our living room—the beloved living room where I first fucked her—watching TV alone. Dad was asleep, although technically it didn't matter since he approved of us mating together already. She was wearing a black lingerie top, a black panty and white, peep-toe stiletto heels.In other words,.