Me: Good evening, ma’am.Beena: Evening da. I wanted to ask for your confirmation about conducting special classes at my home. You seem to not learn ...much from the special classes I conduct in college. Your parents are okay with it. You can come on the weekends. Saturday is fine for me. What about you?Me: Ma’am, I’m okay with attending the classes. I will come by.Beena: I really want my big boy to pass in flying colors. I want my big boy with that big D – I mean my big boy with that big potential. "Fuckin bitch, don't even THINK about it" he yells, and pulls me to my feet. Dragging me over to the low dresser, he pushes the old TV out of the way, bends me over, and I feel a pair of handcuffs snap around one wrist. He pulls my other arm behind me, and clamps the other one shut. Pulling and struggling, I'm truly scared and helpless now. Not knowing what else to do, I start to scream. He laughs in my face."You think that's a new sound in this place? Nobody cares, they'll just think you're. Perhaps, for him, She was. She smiled at hisinterpretation of the command ?Down.? She hoped he would do equally well forHer next command. ?Beg.? he spoke, his words quick and jumbled, spoken directly intothe wood below his face. She allowed him to beg to the wood for several momentsbefore She laughed cruelly and taunted, ?I can't understand you. Is the flooryour Mistress this weekend?? Abashed, tim raised his head, but not his eyes. ?No, Ma'am,?he whispered, pale skin flushing to a deep red.. Anne blushed and looked at me shyly beneath her long dark eyelashes - she was lovely in a youthful innocent sort of way.Anne stood before me after her father and the priest started to walk away chatting and laughing, naked - as she owned nothing of her own, only what her new husband was willing to give her - our eyes communicating. Was that love in her eyes? It couldn't be.We had met once before - after Mr. Duncan had passed me the information and the rewards for such a binding - at her parents.