He was so dull and gormless that you really couldn't tell one way or the other. You see, he's not chained in the dungeon because he's mad. He's mad ...ecause he's spent fourteen years chained in the dungeon. At least, Thwacks reckons he's gone mad because of it. I can't say I've noticed any change myself, but I really can't be bothered to go down and check, so I take Thwacks' word for it." But his shouting," I reasoned. "He sounds like a slavering sex fiend." Typical man, darling. All talk. Then also people were waiting so we were.After a while I thought of leaving. She asked where I was leaving, I told her will check some other transport from Outside, and asked her number to inform if available. So we exchanged our number and I Left. After a while I got a call from Unknown number and it was her, she told another local has been arranged so I reached back again and got that local and lost her. But informed her on call.After living for 3days I left for Mumbai, first thing I noticed. The three other men didn't have no hosses ta ride, so they rode their plow-mules. It wuzn't comfortable, but it wuz quicker than walkin'. I took Michael with me, so we had a total of five men an' 20 dogs. Them dogs made a formidable fightin' force, an' all of us men wuz right good with our muskets—of course we had ta be, them muskets helped ta feed our families.It wuz 10 miles ta town, so it took us 'bout two hours ta git there. We wuz all wearin' our leather jerkin armor an' carryin' a. Mistress would start off by restraining me face down so she could pull my thong to the side & start teasing my pussy hole first with her fingers to loosen me up a bit before she would start insert an inflatable vibrating butt plug which the more I pleased her the more she would inflate it & turn up the vibration, this would go on for a while making sure I was losing control with pleasure slapping my arse with a riding crop and calling me the slut that I am then she would untie me then commanded.