"Thank you, Master," you respond.Now I take a feather, running it down the side of your cheek, across the swell of your breast to reach one of your cl...mped nipples, rubbing it across the tight bud of each one, the soft touch of the feather exciting your skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. Your nipples respond by tightening, creating more pressure from the clamps. You moan in delight from the exquisite pain. I continue to trail the feather down your stomach across your shaven pussy and down. I'm afraid Amonas too, is part of that plan."Celia's eyes flamed with anger suddenly and instinctively pulled her baby closer to her. With a sudden jolt she stood upright, the chair behind her falling to the floor with a crash. The child started crying, his little arms and legs trying to reach the safety of his mother's bosom. As she hugged him close to her chest as if protecting him from what she felt were the lies of the man before her, she spoke with the wrath only a woman of her mettle. They don't get introuble," she said."Yes, but what about..." I said as I was cut off."Bobbie Lynn!" she said "You will be getting your ears pierced and youwill be going to school, that is final! I have heard enough of yoursissy whining and crying. If you didn't want to be treated as a sissythen you shouldn't have stolen your sisters clothes and hid them in yourroom. I don't want to hear another word out of you for the rest of theride."I was silent. I didn't say a single word. I didn't even. I pulled out four short pieces of pipe from the scrap bin and set up the clamps on the table. I got out some files, a drill with a grinding bit and some sandpaper then gave the instructions. While I talked, Tim used signs to tell Bob what I wanted."We do perfect work. Each cut, each bend, each weld has to be perfect, no exceptions. I don't measure productivity on speed. I measure it on how good the work is." I pointed to a sign, "We do perfect work." I want to see what you do to prepare these.