“I am going to ask one last time for the information I seek, if it is not forthcoming I will have this girl lashed to death!” He paused to wait fo...r an answer that did not come. He spoke to the two soldiers that were standing each side of the suspended girl. “Very well, turn her around to face us, we will see how her breasts and stomach fare under the lash!”Meena could not believe what she had heard; having lacerated her back they were now going to do the same to her front. She squeezed her eyes. In my everyday life I’m a gentleman approaching 40, rather attractive, although not in a traditionally masculine sense. I have a lithe physique and do quite well in my career as a consultant to specialized financial firms. While I have several lovers in the various cities I often travel to, in my early thirties I began to feel a desire to explore same-sex encounters, and in those occasional trysts I felt myself drawn to men who were unquestionably masculine, and very aggressive. I realized that. Here the purpose is to purge the slave's mind of any knowledge or memories of their service which might compromise a company's proprietary processes, confidential client lists, or the sexual privacy of any person the slave was made to serve during her time of slavery. We cannot have a newly freed slave going out and writing a book exposing the sexual quirks of some of her past masters or their friends." I guess not!" I said. If they could do that after they are freed it would kind of defeat the. As he watched them stroll off, Darius wondered if the young man had any idea what he was getting into.* * * * *It was a couple hours later and Darius was hunched over the kitchen sink. His hands and forearms were covered in the thick, yellow rubber of dish washing gloves. The sink was filled with soapy water and tons of dirty pots, pans and utensils. He scrubbed away, thinking about how unfair it was that he made dinner and had to do the dishes. And it wasn't just their dishes either. Shireen.