"Cat got your tongue my little sissy pantywaist?" she said. "I am your Mistress and don't you forget it! When I speak to you, you WILL answer. I haven...'t disciplined you YET Sissy, but DON'T push it!"The boy started shaking, completely cowed by his Mistresss veiled threat. He couldn't guess what awful punishment might be in store for him if he disobeyed his new Mistress, but the tone of her voice made it clear he didn't want to find out!After his mouth worked soundlessly for a moment Cammy. I'm such a romantic.” “ Will our story have a happy ending?” “ What do you mean 'our story?'” “ Remember the toast I made when we clicked our wine and said, “To us?” “ I remember.” “ I want you to stay here and be happy, but I have a feeling you don't trust me because you know how I am, how I have needed women to dominate and hurt.” “ That's true. How can I know you don't want to do the same to me? I don't trust you.” “ I don't want to hurt you. I love your mind, your imagination. You're. .. He rolled off her, onto his back, fighting the wrap of her legs only until she realized his intent. "Clean me up." Inez made to rise, and he grabbed a handful of her thick, black hair. "With your MOUTH, you silly cunt!" She subsided immediately and went to work, and Jason began to stiffen, again. There was no way he was going to cum again so soon, however, so he just dealt with it, "Less blowjob and more cleaning... Do you have an alarm clock in this hovel?" Yes, Master." Awaken me at. "Come along."The man led the way, holding onto the opposite end of the leash, guiding me along like a prized pet through seemingly endless corridors. I really began to wonder what was in store for me on this day. This was obviously not a house or apartment building. It was some type of complex. Was this man taking me to a slave convention, or slave auction? I have heard stories of slave auctions which The Syndicate arranges, but have never been involved in one.After five minutes of walking, the.