He whispered in her ear. “That skirt is so short, your cunt will be on display for everyone to see all day. Are you eager for today.”“Sort of, M...ster. But mostly I just want today to be over, so I can get to tonight.”“Patience Kitten, patience.”“I think we’ve already established that I don’t do patience well.”Matt laughed. “Practice being patient, or Master won’t spank.”Kitten laughed. “No, anything but that! My Master is so mean.”Kitten’s first class after lunch was the last class for the day.. His decision to press on further south made his logistical line of supply difficult and dangerous. In retrospect, it could be said in his defense that the original plan called for a "hammer and anvil" campaign that relied on a supporting force moving up the Hudson River from New York City to catch the rebels between their two forces. Unfortunately, the triggering orders that would have activated the troops under command of Major General Clinton to move north and reinforce the invading force. On each wall, on two of the canopyposts, and (she said) in a few other locations, were cameras. "What arethe cameras for, sweetums? Well, when the big strong men pay to havesex with our little sissy, I want it all on tape, so that when we makethe feature film about the making of a sissy, we'll have the material weneed!"Dazed, confused, and overwhelmed, I allowed myself to be led back to the"nursery," where Mark hoisted me up on the changing table, and strappedmy arms down with the attached. Me? I was a mixture of drunk and stoned but neither to a level that I wasn’t functional. Looking around, I noted that Timothy’s wife, Erica, had vanished at some point. Drifting off into the back of their apartment maybe seeking some alone time. I had noticed that the ever changing guest had seemed to get to her nerves. She was possibly not used to her husband’s type of party yet, but how that could since she had met him at one I couldn’t fathom. She had liked the Absinthe. Picking up Erica’s.