She left me hanging there for a while, giving me time to think about what transpired today. There was a lot to grasp my mind around. The intensity of this so-called slave training program was sinking in. It was scary to say the least.
Finally I was released.
“I decided to order in dinner. I’ve eaten mine. You can finish my left overs. They’re in your dish in the dining room.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
I started upstairs when she stopped me.
“You didn’t pick up your mess here slave. Put everything away and bring me a crop – the gray one with the black handle will be sufficient.”
I hung the cuffs back up and put the lock and ball ring that she removed in a drawer in a cabinet.
“Now bend over and grab you ankles so I can strike you a dozen times. As I’ve said several times, discipline is
