If you impress me, I’ll be more merciful. Sex She stroked and rubbed my ass with both of her hands. Soon her legs were twitching and her breathing came in rapid gasps. Or I might decide to keep doing this until the brand is ready. It was breathtakingly cold, a welcome balm on the knot of agony in my back and the network of welts on my ass. Starts can be deceiving. I resolved to bear my pain manfully. “You’re happy to be my slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes master! It was a nice thought. I soon wished the tedium had remained. She stroked and rubbed my ass with both of her hands. “Breaking you will be enjoyable.”
Her voice was deep and gravely. I was forced to kneel in front of the stocks, then forced into them. After fifteen strokes, there was a pause. I knew bucking into her hand would be the wrong thing to do. “I want to use you until you come. I was anointed with fragrant oils and clad in simple robes. The start of being a slave wasn’t so bad. I wanted to cry out, to scream, to beg, but my gag muffled it all. I want everyone to know I’m your property! HAVE. Time passed and I drifted in a fugue state. Like all Amazons, there was a mass
