“I’m your slave, sir,” she parroted back.
“You’re good, very good,” he nodded approving. “And you like pain, don’t you, Honey? Tell Joey how much you like pain.”
“Yes, sir, I like pain.”
“Well that’s good. That’s real good, cause I’m gonna give you all the pain you want. How’s that?”
“That’s what I want, sir,” she trembled, tears filling her eyes.
“So, c’mon, let me see that pretty pussy.”
She hesitated, unsure.
“Go ahead. Use your hands.” He nodded and stood back, waiting.
Staring into his eyes, petrified, she tugged the red skirt off and bared the shaved p***y tucked between the black garters. Moist, the skin glistened. Skin, soft to Joey’s touch. He moved in and patted her pubis lightly then moved away, only to return moments later with a wooden ruler.
“You want this. Isn’t tha
