The mistress instructed Lucy to slap my face twice with the flat of her hand. I winced in pain and shock and begged the mistress not to hurt me. I g...asped as Master Ivan pulled the back of my hair causing me to look towards the ceiling exposing my throat. With his free hand he reached round and handed Lucy a black leather collar with the word SLUT written on the front in large silver letters; Lucy fitted the collar, quickly fastening it in place, she had obviously completed this task many. I could distinctly hear the breath whisping through her nose as we stepped over the threshold. I think she was shocked by the suddenness of my movement. The instant the door clapped shut I had hold of her long blonde hair and jerked her head back violently, my hand was over her mouth before she could even make a sound. ?Don’t make a fucking sound bitch!? I barked in her ear and brought a knife to her throat. I could see the fear in her eyes. ?Don’t make a sound cunt, do you. Guys, let me tell you the way she moans drives me absolutely crazy.After sucking both her boobs, I went down and played with her belly and started kissing around her navel area. My queen Priyanka enjoyed every moment with her eyes closed. Then she unhooked her tight jeans to get more comfortable. It took me no time to realize that was already wet.I grabbed her jeans and took them off. Priyanka was lying in front of me in just black panties with her eyes full of lust. I was right. Her panties. But I didn’t like it. But then I felt selfish too. We’d moved up in the world, to a one-bed first-floor apartment in Fitzrovia. No damp. Good insulation. Everything felt a little cleaner, a little more comfortable. But the place echoed without him. Still, it’d be worth it, right? If it made him feel better about himself. If it stopped the drinking. If he could get a realistic perspective on life.But he came back after one six-month stretch worse than ever.“You just don’t get it, Lainey! This is.