After thirty minutes I take her into a sixty-nine position, I jab my cock in her mouth repeatedly , and I licked her count as fast as a motorboat. aft...er fifteen more minutes I take her off and I start stroking my dick as fast lightning. I pointed my cock at her face and released an ocean of cum on her, her entire body drenched. I look at the clock and I see its been two hours of non stop fucking. I turn around to see, the principal staring me angrily. I am frightened until I look at her skirt. Are you ready to torture slave??Tara smiles and rubs her hands together. ?More than ready.?Shauna and Tara go into the bedroom. Shauna gets the footstool and commands, ?On your toes, slave.? Bert stands up on his toes while Shauna locks his leather wrist cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling and his leather ankle cuffs to an 18" spreader bar. Once Bert’s restrained, Shauna and Tara undress by the side of the bed. Shauna moves in front of Bert and lights a cigarette. ?Slave, do you remember. But that somebody wouldnot be me."I'm sorry..." I wracked my brain to remember his name, "Steven. But I'mexpecting someone else to ask me." Oh," he said again and his face fell once more. "I'm sorry." Don't apologize," I told him. "You are really nice and under othercircumstances I might have been able to say yes." It's okay," he said and turned to leave. I could tell that I had justdashed his dreams, and that didn't make me happy."How about I save you a dance?" I called back to him. He. The Owner was good and theobject loved him dearly as a proper slave should. Gone was therealization that The Owner was nothing more than an evil sadist - likeall the people who had owned it over the years. The object was - and hadbeen for a long, long time - a slave only; heart and soul. The object now again became a standard object for use in the club, oneof many sexless slave objects. Some had been female, but most had beenmale since it was so much more fun to debase, feminize and emasculate.