"Do your best, slave! I got have some rest; I'll be in the next room,be a good girl." I was chained hand and foot and gagged, cooking my new Master's ...eal in myown kitchen. In time I went for my Master. "What a smell, cunt! Those luscious lips of yours know their best work,don't they?" he asked, cuffing my hands behind me again, tighter thanbefore. "Let's try your meal now." He tugged my leash to set me under the table, then he took off my gag butI was not allowed to eat. "Listen to me, my. Finally, as the muscles in my hips and legs began to give out, I felt his cock throb, pumping his cum deep into me for what felt like minutes. As he pulled out, I relaxed my hips but maintained my position of utter and complete availability.“Cum for me, slut” he growled. “In your hand.”Without moving from my submissive position, I reached down and began to stroke my floppy little cock to was passed for hardness, although compared to Cyrus it seemed flaccid and comically slender. It was shocking. His hips were moving but oh so very gently, so she licked and caressed his ear once more, her arms wrapped round his body and again whispering so only he could hear, that “she would not break and for him to be more vigorous!” It was like pressing an `on’ switch, the lad suddenly came to life, slamming his hips at her in a very hard penetration that like a piston hammered at her, and managed to shake the bed, while forcing himself deep and with rapid strokes. He was not destined to stay long in. God, I felt like Salvador Dali’s practice dummy.Worst of all was the hair. I’d been able to add a new meaning to the words ‘Big Hair’. My hair was so teased out and lacquered I felt like I was wearing a giant scrub pad for a hat.As I walked into the front door of the Wheeler Company, I could feel the people staring at me as if I was the living definition of the word slut.“Come in Katie, everyone is waiting for you.”There were ten people in the room. I knew most of them from the last time I.