Thank you for your kind words, my dear, but I am the only slave in the household. No one tricks my master into punishing me. It is always deserved. And I do not complain. I love him so.
He took me down from my suspension and led me into the bed chamber. I gave no thought to my own tiredness or soreness as I watched him stumble and yawn.
At the foot of his bed, in on my stomach on the carpet floor. He hogtied me, and put a gag in my mouth. I talk in my sleep sometimes.
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And then, he reads me a bed time story from his computer or phone. Stories about slaves like me, being humiliated, tortured, and executed. Tonight he reads me Constantinople by Barbaria, and by the time he got to the part about the two girls being led naked off the ship and onto the auction block I was dripping onto my rug, which I would have to clean tomorrow. I stretched my hands behind me as far as they could go, and my fingers could lightly rub the lips on my sex.
My master finished reading for the night, tossed his phone in the nightstand, and was snoring within two minutes.
I am both sweaty and sticky from my own juices, and I am still very, very hot. Before my master leaves tomorrow to go to his book club, he with chain my hands in front of me so I can do the chores. And when he leaves, I will have a good session.
Good night my friends.