Get better I want to savor it when I watch you die!” Then she walked away, a sly smile appearing on the man’s battered face.A year later she had f...nished pushing herself as hard as she could learning what Dempsy taught her. Thinking herself far better, she attacked Dempsy full on. Dempsy though had sensed that something had changed in her and had not taught her the final steps in many killing techniques. The battle lasted a full minute as she fell she smiled, so her master wasn’t a fool after. “Married? Bit of a surprise I have to confess.”To my horror, she placed her hand very deliberately on mine and smiled. The smile felt, to me, like that of a shark spying a surfer’s foot. I am sure I shuddered. “I haven’t changed entirely, darling,” horrifying squeeze of my hand, “George and I,” here she paused for dramatic effect, “swing.” How I did not piss myself laughing I have no idea. Prissy Portia Parsons swinging! As likely as the Queen getting her tits out for the trooping of the. Oh good, I was just going to give your mum a call and talk to her about it she said smiling at me. Wanting her to do it as soon as possible, I made up a story about my mum needing to go out soon so she should probably call her now. Okay Ill give her a ring now then, you sure you boys dont need anything she asked Nah well be fine mum, just gonna go out to the park right? Callum said looking at me Yeah I said Thanks for having me round though Mrs. Harriman Oh please, call me Grace she said. Admittedly, it's not big, but it's not really small either. It makes her happy, and that's what is important.She reaches out, grabs her remote, and clicks off the stereo. “Not bad, but my slave needs much improvement still. That's only three lashings tonight. How many was it last time, slave?”I drop my head. “Seven, Mistress.”“That's right,” she replies. “Now, bend over the side of the bed.”She stands back up as I kneel on floor. I bend my torso over her bed. She steps up and places a blindfold.