..Daddy'sproperty...ohh please own my ass, Daddy, I thought as offered it to himthe way I craved...I rolled my hips around slowly in a circle as wesip...ed our drinks....occasionally running my hand down my body andlicking my lips staring at Daddy as we took each other in..."Finish your drink, trisha" Daddy said, after a few minutes.I looked at him, holding my head back with my tongue out, the same asfor our 'contract' and I poured the rest of the scotch and coke fromabove into my mouth, and. " Master, it was my fault too. I rebelled." Nita lowered her eyes to the floor. "I gave up at the end. Suddenly there were police everywhere and you took me to Silver Orb. When you reunited me with Peggy, I vowed that I'd do anything for you. Until Peggy told me about her injuries I didn't even know that I had been maimed." All eight of you have committed capital crimes and been convicted. In some cases your owners committed capital crimes against you. Just because you were a slave didn't mean. We had been an item since high school and were married at twenty, so my days of playing the field were virtually non-existant.I was content though, to accept the standard wedding vows; only problem was: No one ever expected "'til death us do part" to mean only twenty three years!Since we were married so young, I had not reached meopause before my love life suddenly ceased, and I had many years left of desire.Fortunately, I didn't have to rush out and get a job. My husband was successful and I. He liked his girls in high heels all the time. And pants were for men only. Women wear skirts! He liked watching a woman choke on his dick while her hands were tied behind her and feeling her desperately trying to pull away to gasp for air. He liked to mark a bitches ass with his hand, a paddle or a whip finding even more pleasure in lifting her skirt the next day to see the bruising left by his handiwork. And, as I would soon discover, he believed a woman's hands should remain tied behind her.