"Um, g-good morning, master," she said. She hiccupped and wailed, "What else? I don't recall anything, God; please don't torment me any more."
""Good morning, your highness. I am your obedient cunt slave."
"Good morning to you, your highness. I am your slave…" Her normal speaking volume had dropped to a whisper.
"I'm sorry, cunt, but I can't hear you. Say it again. Louder. If I can't hear what you're saying, I'll have to lash you once again."
"Oh, no! Please don't do that!" She gave a resounding sneeze before continuing, "Good morning to you, your highness. I am your c-cunt slave, master." The very act of uttering the phrase caused her discomfort, and she had the sensation that shattered glass was being lodged in her throat.
"Better. On this front, we will work." He rubbed his hand ov
