“I was just getting something for us to clean up.”“Lay down, Kitten. That is my job and pleasure, besides I’m not done holding you yet. You ha...e a lot to learn about how you should be cared for and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy teaching you how to be mine.” The last part of his statement hung in the air.To be his... that was quite the thought.“I’ve already been yours for some time,” I confessed. Shit! That was out loud, I guess that is where the term ‘fucked senseless’ comes from. I froze. She seemed to just take things a day at a time.Matt took things a day at a time as well. If he was worried about his legal troubles and the possibility that he might end up doing a stretch in prison, he never articulated it and did not let it hamper his work. His Maserati had been sprung from police impound but he didn't drive it or any other vehicle. He stayed in his apartment in Los Angeles and rode in the back of limousines whenever he needed to go somewhere. Kim was starting production of a. She closed her eyes for a good minute as she gave it some serious thought then said, “All right! I’ll do it. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll get forced to put my skirt back on. And, yes, you are absolutely right! Cedarcrest has been very good to naked girls visiting from Blanke Schande College, so they can jolly well be just as good to me!”With those remarks she threw the cotton panties in her hand back on to the table. They skidded across the smooth surface then plopped down onto the. He reshackled her legs to the posts.In addition to putting the usual brand of ownership on his slaves, he also preferred that their cunts stayed sore and bruised from usage. It was a sort of psychological brand for the slave. They would not be able to take a piss without it burning. They were not permitted to wear any panties, so their cunts were always open. Sometimes he would thrust his fingers in and out as he passed them on his estate. He moved to the fireplace and removed the branding.