As she approached the doorway to the throne room, she took a deep, calming breath. The next few minutes would determine her fate as well as the future... of the Voguel. She steeled her emotions behind a mental wall and made her way into the throne room. As she scanned the room, she saw that it would be just her and the master. She was not sure that it was a good thing or a bad thing. Still she could not falter now; her life depended on what she was about to do. The master sat on his throne, lost. .." You ought to what, Lucy, start acting like the lady of the house? You gave up that title when you declared your servitude to me. I'm the lady of the house. Get used to it!" You're not the lady of the house. I won't-Barry won't let you. He told you to leave me alone. I'm going to tell him what you said." Lucy felt near tears.Karen laughed. "I'm going to tell him what you said," she mimicked. "You sound like a little girl. You and I know that if we hadn't been interrupted this morning I'd. " He nearly wept, atthe idea of Katie suffering, but his imagination pictured herquivering arse, and his own penis stirred. It seemed half aminute before Katie stopped blubbering, then there was the"swung-splat!" of the cane and another torrent ofincoherent screams and sobs. The translator said, "Two." By the fourth stroke, Jeff had a problem with hispenis trying to climb behind his belt. It had been yearssince it felt so stiff and insistent. The translator said,"Madame, you must. You notice that I always refer to the activity as sharing. We didn't consider ourselves to be swingers. Suk and I defined swinging as a high production fucking of another's wife or husband. There was little friendship, but rather the exploitation of each other's sex organs. That just wasn't us. Any one that we shared each other with was truly a friend and the sex between us seemed much more rewarding, the orgasms more intense. There was no love between the couples, but there were strong.