I was actually dangling by my arms which were bound to the ceiling by thick rope and in front of me was an empty noose. I was completely naked too. ... ?I am glad to see you are finally awake. Now the real fun can begin.? I looked down and saw the woman who jumped me earlier, only this time I can get a good look at her. She was a redhead, probably a little smaller than me. She had well developed breasts and a good firm body. She probably had a nice ass too. She was right in. She hears Master chuckle, and knows she has pleased Him,causing her to smile inside. “Raise your arms!” comesthe command, and she, as always, obeys. Master’sfingertips return to under her arms, and he begins adelicious touch of her skin. “Control yourself, wench,” he says, and even though ittickles, the slave uses all of her concentration to holdher arms up, and keeps from laughing, although themuffled giggle is inevitable, and she thinks He likesthat.The. Or maybe it was off? I can’t remember.” “Open!” he blurted. “I’m sure it was just open.” “Good,” I said in his ear, still holding him in my arms and running my hands slowly over his chest. “I knew we saw the same movie.” “You’re the boss,” he said under his breath. That kind of sass would not go unrewarded. “So anyway,” I continued, “he’s yelling ‘I’m the king of the world’, or …” “Kate wasn’t even in that scene …” “Shush!” I gently pinched his nipple, making him jump. “I won’t warn you again.”. More like a few hours being manhandled in the dark recesses of the disco, he thought. He'd punished her with the usual dose of slipper on a bare arse, and she'd cried piteously, just the way he liked it. When he fucked her afterwards he thought the cunt was a bit slippery, and guessed why. But the next morning, after a semi-sleeping fuck with his morning hard-on, she'd started mouthing him off about not standing for the abuse, not letting herself be treated like a slave, being tired of having.