Kitty screams didn’t stop as he repeated the stroke, harder and harder, again and again in exactly the same place until she thought she would faint from the excruciating torture. M hooked the leash tightly round the towel rail, spitefully kicked the base of her spine and then sat down with Maisie for a long breakfast. Indian sex Nothing. Understood.’ It was a statement, not a question but Kitty nodded furiously inside the bag ‘Yes, Master. ‘Yes?’
‘That money you took is all I have left in the world.’
M looked down at her and answered, ‘No, Kitty. ‘You may well have to drink gallons of piss if your new Owner feels like it, so you’d better learn to deal with it,’ he said, tucking his penis away and zipping up. At least she was self-aware and had lost the crippling self-doubt or misplaced vanity that bored him so much. ‘Now, if you don’t give me your PIN number in your next breath, I will break your fingers and you will never type again.’
‘1172,’ Kitty blurted, now fully awake and petrified. Totally forgetting the lead attached to her collar, she started to get up. She felt his warm breath on her open vulva and it responded by pumping more blood to her labia and clitoris.
