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The relief was immediate and I stayed like that until I heard Marge’s car return. Then I resumed my prior position. The stress on my shoulders was as severe as it was immediate. Marge strolled in without a care, carrying two big dog bowls, a gallon of water, and a take-out box from The Pit Stop, one of Boyertown’s best and favorite steak houses. “Get used to eating and drinking like this, slave. It’s the teen only way you’ll get anything for the next two weeks. You’ll eat breakfast and dinner like this at home, but I suppose you’ll be permitted a sandwich and bottle of water when you go to work. Forget about going out to lunch. perky You won’t be able to leave your office without Lori’s permission. You’ll no doubt learn that the hard way, but that’s okay. I enjoy watching you suffer.” She placed the bowls in front of me and filled one with water. Into the other she dropped what I big thought were the leavings of her lunch—fat and gristle from a hunk of prime rib and a few pieces of baked potato skins. Walking behind me she unlocked the padlock that had held me in place. Falling with a thump to the floor, I attacked the fat, apparently knowing something that Marge didn’t—fat has more calories tits and nutrients than any other food type. It didn’t taste very good, but I didn’t care. I needed the strength to survive. I finished by lapping up every drop of the water. Marge pulled me up by the leash and seconds later I was padlocked in the same position I had been in earlier. She left me there while she returned the bowls to her car. Turning my head I saw that everything was being recorded for future amusement. The whipping continued in earnest as soon as she returned. She stopped several times, breathing heavily from the exhaustion. I wondered then what might happen if she had a heart attack. As much as I wanted her dead I was afraid that I’d join her long before a passer-by might find us. She washed me down with vinegar again once she was done then she led me by the leash to the cage. She forced me to back in and locked the leash tightly to one of the bars in the cage’s top. “Good thinking, Marge; if I fall asleep I’ll strangle myself. I’m no good to you dead, am I?” This time it was my turn to laugh. “Even worse, even a blind coroner would be able to figure out how I died and once they learn that Michael went on my honeymoon with Lori they’ll know exactly where to look for my killer.” Marge gave the matter a little thought before unlocking the padlock allure and pulling the choke collar over my head. The padlock was used to secure the cage and she turned to go. “I told Lori not to sign that damned pre-nup. One the other hand, she looked radiant and seemed to be glowing. It actually hurt! “Stop it, right this instant young lady!” “You’ve tits been making progress, so good work, I guess.” “Put the garter and stockings on first.” Chills ran through my body as he hands them to me and I step back in, again he doesn’t, nor did I close the curtain. perky So we had to look at professors who'd quit or been fired. The tent in his bathing suit leaves no doubt that he has a throbbing erection. She giggled and nuzzled against my fingers. I got paired with a cute guy and when he dived to get between my legs I came up out of the water wrong way round on his shoulders. What did he mean? Catherine and Ben’s Skype session starts promptly at three o’clock that morning. I didn’t know how to respond to teen that question. I remember vividly how afterwards I was desperate for any sign there was still kindness in the universe, and grateful when big the lowest slave showed me mercy. allure The evening drew on, and dinner concluded. She licked her lips as I shuddered.