"Now, my darling," Mary Elizabeth said firmly. "Girls keep their roomsneat and don't drop their clothes any place on the floor. Pick thoseclothes up..., and fold them neatly on the chair." I'm sorry mummy," he said, now stooping over to do as ordered.The new foster mother smiled to herself, as she saw this 15-year-old boy,wearing only panties before her. He was so tender-looking; his narrowshoulders, slender arms, smooth back and cute behind made him lookcompletely girlish. She knew he'd soon. She looked over the situation and decided she needed him to be tied much tighter. His wrists, though hastily tied, were bound well enough that he wasn't getting loose without help. She patted his arms, ?We need to take care of those next!? He knew at this point he was in real trouble, fun and games for his benefit weren't on the agenda tonight.Despite the predicament he was currently facing he was fully erect; he hadn't noticed and wasn't really enjoying the moment. But she saw it,. I would have begged him to take me, to rip me apart all over the room, in every hole and every way. But I knew he wouldn't. He was like that, to him an orgasm was an orgasm, it didn’t matter if I got anything out of it. In fact it was all the better if I didn’t. I lay by the foot of my own bed, filthy, as he went to sleep. It made me so happy to be used like that. Being a cum-dumpster meant I was something more than completely worthless. I could just let him use me and have me. He made me feel. "Thank you, darling mistress," she said."But how could she have missed so badly?" she added to Caitie in a whisper. Then she remembered feeling a sharp squeeze on her hand the instant the whip had struck her."She didn't miss at all," Caitie replied softly, almost whispering into her ear. "She's starting low and working her way up. This way your blood won't be all over the place she cuts next — at least, not for a while, anyway. She doesn't want to splash the other people with your blood."The.