; I picked up the mic. ;- check,; I responded. ;Weve got a suspicious character at Water Street. Can you check it out?; ;Its not far from me.; ;Proceed with caution, youre alone and we dont need to lose you.; ;Copy. Ill call for back up if I need it.; ;-.; I put the mic up and made a U-turn at the next red light. I had my lights on only as I approached the infiltrated scene. Headquarters was right, I was alone tonight.

I painfully got off the bench, and slowly got on to my knees and palms, ready to crawl. But Rajesh gave me a light rap on my butt with the cane, causing me to cry out, and told me I could walk. It was my rest time, so I need not act like the bitch I actually was. Gratefully I stood up, barely, and made my painful way to his room. I had to walk through the crowd of males to get there, and listen to their rude comments, though no one

;Really?; Ashley snorted. She climbed up on the back wall of the pen. ;Well, here goes nothing!; Zack felt her weight drop into the saddle. His temper flared. He had carried much more than her paltry weight but never had his subjugated status been more plain and clear. He tried to shake her off. He threw himself forward and backward but the tight pen gave him little room.

Part The Playroom I pour myself a drink and sit down glancing at my watch. The minutes tick away and after minutes I rise and walk to through the playroom door. The room itself is painted white and has an assortment of apparatus around the walls and on the floor. It is illuminated by arc lights high in the roof which give a cold harsh light. Lisa is kneeling in the middle of the floor with her head bowed waiting. Behind Lisa is a low stainless steel trestle about cm high.

Glancing down across her chest, the gold studs glisten, jiggle from the tips of her still erect nipples as faint traces of the whip marks of her previous discipline session stand out under her shimmering coat of perspiration. Still with a sense of uncertainty, she cautiously slides her legs over the corner of the mattress, feels the floor with her toes, sits upright on the edge of the bed. The atmosphere of the surroundings has taken away the edge of her predicament. Her feelings at the moment seem almost surreal as she stands upright, left hand still gripping, twisting the damp sheet, right hand casually slipping across

It was time to go. Her Master has approved the very sexy deep V-neck top that revealed her cleavage and the short black skirt she has pulled on over her sheer black stockings. No stiletto pumps for her because she is in a wheelchair, but the black sandals In fact, she was very pleased with the reflection in her mirror; but she was worried she would not be tempting enough to attract the stranger her Master has ordered her to seduce. Her Master helped her into his car and they were on their way. He has given her money to pay for her drinks, confident she will not have to buy many and a key to the room she will use.

;Here; In the center of the floor; Kneel slave.; She hears him speak, drops immediately to the floor, stares straight ahead as he releases her nipple, steps toward the wall. ;Lets see; Something for those globes of yours; something for the nipples.; He softly speaks as he glances toward her chest, back toward the wall. Still staring, almost transfixed toward the multiple devices, she finds herself hoping for something the least painful, but what? ;Okay;.

My daughter must remain a virgin however that does not preclude anal delights!" The queen, after training the maid for her daughter, had realized that women were just as pleasureable as men in bed. She then explored all manner of erotic entertainments with her female courtiers and servants, including dildoes and ass-fucking. "Your majesty?! Such filth is not appropriate for a princess.

Her Master came into the room through the drapes, followed by several other men she knew were Masters of slaves, one was their evenings host. He was leering at her, almost drooling. She shivered at the thought of Him touching her. She knew He had been one of the men fucking her mouth and ass but pushed the image out of her mind. He reached for her stroking her breasts, leaning over sucking them roughly, His fingers stroking her clit, harder and harder, she knew her Master was watching but she was a slave, obedient to a Master and this Master was the one using her body, she

The headmaster seemed to be worried as he entered and took the word. "I have received alarming news from our department responsible for your physical health. It seems that the easy access to good food and lack of willpower had resulted in a poor physical standard in our school. This is not acceptable. You have one month to prepare yourself to a win or quit examination." Then he left. John increased his effort. He had a funny feeling that quitting was not an option if he should remain alive.