“Golly, Harold, we’ve been a bad boy, haven’t we?” the b***h who owned me said to the poor wretch standing in front of her.
The sad thing was that had been me only three months ago and I hadn’t any more clue than Harold did. I thought I could bargain my way out of my mess.
“Marie,” Harold said, “I know I might have made a few tiny mistakes but…”
That sounded just like the lame excuse I tried out on her when I had been in his position. Now, I was a mere ten feet away, in plain sight and if the i***t had half a brain, he would look over at me and take door number two. I was hogtied, gagged, butt plugged, in chastity and in a cage ready to be delivered to some woman who had expressed an interest in owning an abject slave that would do anything she wanted.
“Mistakes?” Marie laughed. “Those
