She had completed mopping the floor. She asked me what to cook for lunch. I told her to cook the vegetables I had brought. She said Ok and went into t...e kitchen. I then wore my dress and went out to meet the people who had come for me. I spoke to them and sent them away. The workers also came. I told them their work and told them to leave for the farm. They took the items from the store room and left. It was a busy season for agriculture works then. After that I went into the house and called. “You’re now my bitch slave,” I said as I slowly finger fucker her snatch while deliberately rubbing my fingers against her G spot and smashing the palm of my hand against her clit. “I expect you to stop belittling me in front of others and treat me with respect, do you understand me?” She nodded rather enthusiastically. “If you cross me I will give you nothing but pain and discomfort, but if you do as I say you will be rewarded with pleasure until your senses become numb,” Her eyes went away. Maybe they just think I’m dead, just like they are. Maybe I should just– BANG. Thud. Hmm? BANG. Thud. Something’s out there, fighting their way through the nightmares. I wish them luck, as hopeless as they are. They’ll never get through, no one can. You have to be quiet, you have to be still. You have to give up on the blue skies and armor yourself against the sun. BANG. Thud. Ziiiiiiiiiip. Someone’s opening the tent. Will they think I’m one of those things? Will they leave me, breaking my. All day at work, I sent texts to Kat. She was excited and we both agreed that the rules were lame. Truthfully, I don't think either of us wanted any. Typically, they included using condoms, no pain or wounds, respect and discretion, and of course no anal, chains and whips were off the table. I was so horny thinking about her that my day went by fast as I coordinated with Kat to get everything right.At six-thirty on Friday, I picked up Kat at the train station not far from us. We hugged,.