Her response was quite automatic, the result of ruthless training and conditioning and Olivia was quite unable to prevent it or resist its insidious growth as she presented herself for her Masters.
“I begin to see why Sir Malcolm enslaved you,” her Mistress said slowly, “Your body is lovely.” Olivia felt her face redden, but knew better than to break her pose. Sir Malcolm would definitely whip her for such an offence and she could not be sure whether her new Masters were aware of his strict rules.
“You’ve lost some weight, passion slut,” Jack gloated, “It suits you. Less fat to cushion you when I whip you.”
The brunette groaned. She was naked and helpless and Jack clearly had no intention of softening his attitude or his intention to punish her.
“Now, now, Jack,” her Mistress chided ge
