“Oh that was priceless, darling!” she said to Christine. “Did he manage to come?”
“There was a tiny dribble,” Christine said, sounding pleased, “but I think I got that just right, didn’t I, slave?”
I was shaking with a mixture of anger and despair. “You b***h!” I sobbed. “You’re a wicked, evil b***h, Christine! I hate you!” I just let myself cry then. I felt so helpless.
Christine was still laughing when I opened my eyes again. “I think you might regret that slave,” she told me calmly. “You’re not really in an ideal position to be calling me names, are you?” I suddenly realized my act of bravado was actually quite foolish.
“I’m s-sorry M-Mistress,” I sobbed, “B-but it hurt so m…much.”
“I’m very glad it did!” Christine told me. “You asked me to test you, have you failed already?”
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