.. no ... you Catherine are a very expensive whore, my most expensive in fact, but one who appears to have for forgotten her life is no longer her own... and that we now own her” As if to emphasize his point Tony’s hand slipped inside her bra to tweak Catherine’s nipples before sliding down to cup her vulva through her tiny thong. “We own every part of you Catherine, your Master Sean is not here at the moment so Joan will take you up to the dungeon, there you will learn to accept that fact again. Though the man, whoever he was, had been shot six times at close range, and though there was still a gallon of blood spread on the cement giving witness to his mortal wounds, the dead man had vanished entirely. A ghost in the night.***Five years later:It was a quiet night. The bar was mostly empty. Richard had been here for an hour now, drinking scotch and waiting for Dwight. When he finally showed, Richard thought he looked good for a man just out of prison, and he was so loaded by this point. “In stories the men only care about themselves, last night wasn’t like that at all.”He chuckled, “Ah, ah, we have discovered it is far easier to teach using pleasure than pain. Pain is useful to get a girl’s attention, Miss Piance, but it is pleasure that molds her into a sexy desirable woman. That is also why while you will likely be embarrassed at times you should never feel humiliation. Pain is fleeting but hurt - emotional hurt that is - rarely heals clean.”“He knew I was there, didn’t. It seemed that talking about it helped because she was really amazed at how nice I was about the whole thing, and how good of a listener I was being. She even made a little joke about how I wasn’t even looking at her cleavage. In my defence, I totally was looking but not so much that I’d get caught. I mean, unless her nipples came out, there isn’t exactly a whole lot changing with the cleavage. I was a sixteen year old horny kid, what do you expect? Anyway, that little joke seemed to open up a.