“Master?” The deep, though still feminine voice gently asks. Though I don’t take the time to look as I pass, I know that the chain running to their cunts is attached to a silver clit piercing, which in turn is attached to the weighted dildo they wear up their asses. Oh, they hated me, but they hated themselves more. Where she not a confirmed lesbian, I could see myself marrying her. Also, the Hole is healing nicely. The sight sent a shiver of joy up through my cock, hardening it once more. I make my way to the main entrance, passing the through the main hall’s paintings, carvings and the art. You will call me daddy, and you will thank me for this.” It’s simple and direct, designed to illicit a specific response. Finally spent, I let go of her hair.
