You are mine. You are going to do whatever I want you to do. If you want to see me again you will do the following things as a way of showing your dev...tion to me. Do you understand?" Yes Mistress," I meekly replied. What was I about to get myself into?I was about to find out the depths of my seduction and servitude as I lay waiting. The door to the room opened and I instinctively looked up to see if it was her. My gaze was met with a quick flick of a riding crop that instantly put me head to. "Hey sweetcheeks, why don't you send grandpa home to bed and hang out with someone more fun." How rude! No one spoke like that about him! The guy wasn't even cute. But she checked herself (Rule #7 – Let him handle it.) and just looked at him blankly. He definitely handled it. "Because she deserves someone smart enough to wear shirts that button. Now push off, junior, before the bartender realizes you just swiped his tip." The bartender glared at the rude boy and called over the bouncer. Rude. She released Donna's wrists and told me to get closer to the bound maid. Her waist was still bound, her feet spread apart. Her bottom obviously smarted from the caning. "Donna, I want you to bring him to ejaculation and collect everything in your hand." Donna's feminine hands grasped and stroked my erection and within a minute I squirted days of pent-up seed in her hand. "Now clean it all with your mouth," Mistress said to the bound maid. Donna's facial expression showed that she did not like. Her waist was tiny making her full around ass appear larger than it actually was.Carol looked me over. She smiled and climbed down and put her hand on my arm. She sounded like a shower of rain when she moved, and her long nails bit into me, hard. She said between her teeth, “What is your name.”“Bwire,” I said blandly“Do you have a girlfriend?”Not more than half dozen of girls I knew could ask a guy that question audaciously. But this one was one hell of a girl.Juliet started to protest, but.