She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. Indian Sex Sorry.”
Again, she wasn’t perturbed by the comment, “Continue!”
“I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. “I am not your mistress, ‘Minister’ is the correct form of address.”
“Yes, Minister.” He said meekly. In fact, most people didn’t even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them. She was asleep before she could think of a reply. It was heavy, she wasn’t built to wield this weapon. She brandished the whip, he cowered again. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his position. He willing performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he’d do anything for her. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. The stoic hero had to remain stoic throughout. This was seen as the best way to deal with their difficult charge. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful. She replaced it with the fingers of her other hand.
