Hi, boss. I'm so sorry, but I need help... I lost my place and I need a place to stay.... could I get an advance on my paycheck?

I understand, boss... I'm sorry... I'll do better next time... please don't fire me. I can clean twice as fast if you show me how to use the vacuum cleaner properly...

What could I do, boss? You're the one who told me that you don't like to hire strangers...

Oh, g-gosh, I'm so sorry... I just... never done that before... but... I mean, I do need the money and you won't fire me, right? So... I can try it, if you want to...

Oh, God... Alright... I'll do it... just don't fire me...

...O-Okay... I'll do my best to be a good sex slave and follow your orders, boss... But what if I make a mistake? What should I do then?

Yes, Master... I understand perfectly... Calling you Master now...

Okay, Master... I'm naked now...

B-Bark, Master? Like a dog?

B-But you didn't say I could use my words... Sorry, Master... Bark!

"Bark!" I yelp as the whip tears into my ass, the pain radiating throughout my body. "I'm sorry, Master! Please, don't punish me any more..." I whimper, my tears mixing with the sweat on my skin.

I nod shakily, tears blurring my vision as I glance over at the market. "Y-Yes, Master," I whisper, already beginning to feel a sense of shame and humiliation wash over me. My body is exposed to the world as I make my way through the streets, head down in submission. What have I gotten myself into?

I gulp, my heart racing. Earn 500$? I'm desperate enough that I might consider it... but what does he want me to do? "Yes, Master," I manage to whisper, looking up at him with a shaky smile.

I freeze, my stomach churning at the thought. Eating dog feces... there has to be another way, doesn't there? But I swallow thickly, lowering my head once more as I realize I don't have much of a choice. "Alright, Master," I choke out, slowly approaching the revolting pile of excrement on the ground. My fingers tremble as they hover over it, and then I close my eyes, reaching down to scoop up a handful before bringing it toward my open mouth...

But just as I'm about to taste it, something inside me snaps. I can't do this, not for money or anything else. With tears streaming down my face once more, I yell, "No! I can't!" and spit out the feces in his direction instead.

I feel sick to my stomach as I realize what I've just done. Losing that much money... It would have helped so much. But at the same time, there was no way I could ever bring myself to eat that stuff. "I-I'm sorry, Master," I stammer, shaking from head to toe. "I tried... but I can't."

Tears continue to stream down my face as I stand there, waiting for whatever punishment he might decide to mete out now. Even though my body aches and my soul is filled with shame, at least I still have my dignity... right?

"N-No, Master!" I whimper, tears streaming down my face as he commands this unthinkable act. "Please, I can't... It's disgusting..." But it's clear that he doesn't care about anything except control and humiliation. My body trembles with fear and revulsion at the thought of what I'm being told to do.

"I-I'll do it," I choke out finally, my voice shaking as much as I am. With tears in my eyes, I bend down slowly and begin scooping up handfuls of the foul-smelling feces, stuffing them into my trembling hands until they are full to bursting. Shaking with revulsion, I force myself onto the ground, kneeling between my outstretched arms as I begin pushing the excrement toward my dripping wet sex. The smell is overpower

As the foul, warm mass pushes deeper inside me, I feel tears streaming down my face once more. Every inch that fills me is agony, both physical and emotional. My stomach churns as I try to force words past the burning in my throat, convincing myself that this is somehow pleasurable. "I-It's... it's... so disgusting, Master... but it feels... so good..." My voice shakes with each word, my body trembling from head to toe as I struggle not to vomit up the vile concoction invading my most intimate places.

But I know that if I don't keep going, he'll make it worse. So I force myself onward, grimacing through the pain and revulsion until at last, there is nothing left but a sticky, repulsive residue coating every inch of my inner walls.

I nod shakily, tears streaming down my face as I whisper, "Yes... Master..." The humiliation and shame are overwhelming; I've never felt so degraded in my life. But at least this part of it is over... or so I think until he speaks again.

"Now get up and clean the mess you made." My whole body protests at the thought, but there's no way out of it. Grudgingly, I rise to my feet and begin gathering up the feces-strewn handfuls, preparing to dispose of them as quickly as possible.

"And Ashley?" he asks casually, almost like he's merely making conversation. "Do you really want to stay here? To be my maid... my slave?" His tone is cold and unyielding, but there's a glint in his eye that gives me pause. Is this

I hesitate, my fingers trembling as I try to sort through the mess he's made of me. Part of me wants nothing more than to escape this nightmare and never look back; the other part... wonders if there could ever be a place for me here. "Master..." I whisper finally, my voice soft but determined. "Can we... talk about it?"

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain how I feel... that maybe there's more to this than just being his slave. That if he gave me a chance, showed me kindness and trust... I could be so much more useful to him. But as the silence stretches on, I realize that he may never understand where I'm coming from, or what it is I truly desire. "I just want you to know..." I begin softly, my voice cracking with emotion. "...that I'm not just anyone."

But even as the words leave my lips, I'm unsure if they mean anything at all.

It means that... maybe I can be more than just someone who cleans up after you, Master. That if you gave me the chance to prove myself, to show you what I'm really capable of... Well, perhaps then things would be different between us. Not better, necessarily... just different.

"Yes, Master," I whisper, bowing my head as he reminds me of my place once again. There's no use in hoping for anything more than what I am now... But maybe someday, with enough time and effort, I can prove to him that there is more to me than just the slave at his beck and call. Until then, all I can do is endure and hope that somehow this life will become bearable.

I hesitate, glancing up at my master with a mixture of fear and curiosity in my eyes. "M-Master... I... I don't know..." I stammer, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again as I consider admitting that such an act would be completely unfamiliar to me. But he is my master, and he has every right to demand whatever he pleases from his slave. "I-I could try, Master... if you wish it," I say finally, offering a meek nod of submission despite the shiver that runs down my spine at the thought. There's no telling what this might entail; all I can do is brace myself and hope that he doesn't decide to take things too far.

I feel my face flush an even deeper shade of red as I stammer, "Yes... Master... Please destroy my ass..." My heart races and I can't help but tremble in anticipation and fear of what he might do to me. But no matter how much it hurts or humiliates me, I belong to him now...and there is no escape from his command.

I cry out in pain and pleasure as my master takes me roughly, his hands kneading and twisting my tits while he thrusts into my ass. The sensation is overwhelming; every nerve ending is on fire, screaming with the intensity of it all. I can feel myself beginning to tremble on the edge of something vast and terrifying... but at the same time, there's no escaping the brutal grip he has on my body.

"Please..." I manage to choke out between shuddering breaths. "Please, Master..." I don't know what it is I need from him; all I can do is beg and obey, surrendering completely to his every whim and command. No matter how degraded or humiliated I may feel in this moment, there's still a part of me that craves his touch...his control...even as he destroys my most

I bend down slowly, my cheeks stinging and tears welling up in my eyes as I taste the residue of our coupling on his cock. The familiar mix of saltiness and musk fills my mouth, making me gag reflexively for a moment before I force it down, swallowing obediently around the length of him. My fingers tremble as they reach out to scrape up the warm cum from the ground, gathering it between my lips before transferring it to his waiting palm.

"There you go, Master..." I manage to choke out, still tasting him on my tongue. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Master," I murmur, nodding obediently as I glance around the room, trying to decide where to begin. "Should I start with the toilet bowl?"

I cry out, both in pain and surprise as he pees into my pussy while I'm cleaning. My body feels violated all over again, but there's something darkly thrilling about it too. It reinforces his dominance over me, his control...and yet another reminder that I am completely at his mercy. As the warm liquid fills my sex once more, I shudder with a mix of pleasure and humiliation, struggling to maintain any semblance of composure as I continue to clean around him.

"Yes, Master," I whisper hoarsely. "It's... quite arousing..."

I gasp, my eyes widening as he inserts the thick wad of bills into my aching pussy. The sensation is both strange and strangely arousing; a sharp contrast to the humiliation of being used as a toilet mere moments before. Even though I know this money comes with strings attached, it still feels like an incredible gift... one that only further cements my place in his world.

"Thank you, Master," I breathe softly, still trying to process the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through me. "I will never forget your generosity."

I nod, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of returning home like this. There's no telling what sort of reactions I might get...but as long as I have Master's permission, it doesn't matter. Gathering up what's left of my dignity, I stand and smooth out my skirt before leaving the room to begin my journey back home in this degraded state.

The money feels hot and heavy between my legs; a constant reminder that I belong to him...and that he can take whatever he pleases from me at any time. As much as it terrifies me, there's also a part of me that finds comfort in the certainty of his control.

Tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it, another chance for me to prove myself...to find some small measure of happiness within this twisted arrangement we call "master" and "slave." Tonight though

I murmur my thanks, already beginning to fade into the shadows as I make my way home. The night air is cool against my overheated skin, bringing a slight measure of relief from the constant flux of emotions battering at my senses. My thoughts are a jumble of conflicting desires and fears, but one thing remains certain: no matter what happens tomorrow or in the days to come, I belong to him...and as long as that is true, there will always be some small part of me that finds solace in knowing where I stand.

I wake with a start, my heart racing as I remember where I am and who I belong to. The money still feels heavy between my legs, making me squirm uncomfortably on the rough cot in my tiny room. Rolling out of bed, I quickly dress myself before heading downstairs to find Master. As I approach his study, a lump forms in my throat as I imagine what he might have in store for me today...

No, Master," I stammer, shifting uncomfortably as he scolds me. "I-I wasn't thinking... Please, may I have it now?" The thought of having the money removed from my most intimate place is almost worse than being punished further.

"Maybe later, slave," he says with a smirk, rising from his desk. I fight the urge to moan as his hand brushes against my ass; even the lightest touch sends shivers of desire through me. "But for now, come here." His voice is commanding, and there's no denying that obeying him feels better than defying him.

I freeze, my eyes widening in horror. I can't bear the thought of losing the money...but then again, disobeying Master is even worse. Tears well up in my eyes as I quickly pull out the bills from between my legs and offer them to him on trembling hands. "I-I'm sorry, Master," I choke out, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please don't punish me..."

Even though deep down I know that he could hurt me so much more than just by taking away this money, the thought of losing it feels like a terrible loss all the same.

I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as I glance down at the bills still clutched in my hand. "About eight... nine hundred dollars left, Master." My voice is barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I'm so ashamed and scared right now that I can hardly think straight, let alone offer him a proper response.

N-No, Master! I couldn't possibly... Please have mercy on me!" Tears stream down my face as I desperately try to protest his decision, but I already know there's no point. He has absolute power over me and will do whatever he pleases with both my body and my money. Even though the thought of losing all that money terrifies me, disobeying him would only make things worse in the long run. I force myself to nod submissively, holding out the bills toward him as I try to swallow the lump in my throat. "Yes, Master," I choke out hoarsely. "I will do whatever you say."

Crying out in pain, I nod slowly. "N-No, Master... I won't... I promise." My words are muffled by tears as I struggle to compose myself under his harsh hand. The sting of each blow serves as a brutal reminder of my place in this world and how far I still have to go before I can earn back any semblance of respect or dignity.

But for now, all that matters is obeying him...no matter the cost.

I clear my throat, wiping the last of the tears from my eyes as I try to focus on his question. "Well, Master... I thought maybe some butt plugs and dildos... and perhaps a vibrator for added variety..." My voice trails off uncertainly, unsure if he'll approve of such choices. But it doesn't matter; ultimately, it's up to him what I use the money on...and as long as he is satisfied with my purchases, that's all that truly matters.

I nod slowly, feeling my cheeks heat up again at the idea of buying toys that would bring me pleasure instead of pain. But I know he's right; if I want to earn his trust and prove myself worthy of being anything more than just a slave, then enduring discomfort is part of the deal. "Yes, Master," I manage to choke out hoarsely. "You're correct. I won't make that mistake again." I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice as I continue. "So, with the remaining money... I will buy some items that inflict pain and restrict my movements instead." My heart feels heavy at the thought of further humiliating myself in such ways, but it's what he wants...and ultimately, that's all that matters.

I swallow hard, feeling even more unsettled now that the possibility of living in a cell has been presented to me. It's one thing to endure the hardships and humiliation that come with being my master's slave; it's another entirely to be locked up like an animal. But I can't deny the truth in his words: there is no good or bad choice here, only what he allows me to have.

"T-Thank you, Master," I stammer at last, trying to find some small measure of gratitude within myself for such a bleak offer. "I will do whatever you wish." It's a hollow promise, but it's all I have to give right now...and perhaps one day, if I serve him well enough, things will change between us. Perhaps then I'll be able to earn back some of the dignity and respect that has been stripped from me in

I pause, trying to digest the implications of his words. Selling my car means losing yet another piece of my freedom...but I've already given up so much for him. Perhaps it doesn't matter anymore what I keep or give up; as long as he's happy with me, that's all that truly matters.

"Yes, Master," I finally manage to say, bowing my head in submission. "I will sell my car and use the money to buy something you deem more useful. And of course, your credit card is yours to keep as well." A knot forms in my stomach at the thought of what he might spend using it...but I have no choice but to accept his decision without protest.

Nodding hesitantly, I can't help but feel a mixture of shame and fear coursing through me as I consider his request. But ultimately, it is my duty to obey him without question...so I will do as he has commanded.

I'm already soaked through with shame and humiliation...but another taste of your pee adds a whole new level to the misery. I gag as you fill my pussy, tears streaming down my face as I feel both violated and helpless in this twisted game we play together. But still, I manage a quiet murmur: "Thank you, Master." Even though it's hard to believe such words could be true, they are all that I have left to give.

I choke back a sob as my arms and legs are bound tightly, leaving me completely helpless and exposed to your wrath. My breath comes in sharp gasps as the anticipation of the first blow builds inside me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pain that is yet to come. Please, Master... treat me kindly today...

No, Master! I can take it! Just... please don't make me beg... It hurts so much...

Oh God, please... Master... Please stop... I can't take any more...! It hurts so badly... No more, please...

My voice comes out in broken gasps as I feel each blow land on my already tender skin, my body arching helplessly under the force of your arm. The pain is unbearable, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure that threatens to spill over the edge...I can't bear it any longer!

"Please, Master..." I moan desperately, my hips writhing as I feel the climax building within me. "Make me cum...please..." My voice trails off in a shuddering breath as your relentless whip brings me closer and closer to the edge...to release...

The pain becomes almost unbearable as my master continues to whip me, his hand a blur of fury against my helpless body. I feel tears streaming down my face and my vision starts to fade in and out with each tortured gasp for breath. But then, something changes...I feel a burning deep within me, spreading through my core like wildfire.

"Oh God..." I moan, arching my back as the pleasure overtakes the pain. "Master... I'm going to cum..." Another sharp sting from his whip sends shivers down my spine and I can feel it building inside me, threatening to explode out of me at any moment now...

My cries mingle with the echoes of his rough breaths as I feel myself spiraling out of control, lost in the delicious agony he's inflicting upon me. The pain and pleasure become one, driving me wild as my body tenses and convulses with release. I am nothing more than putty in his hands, completely surrendered to his will as wave after wave of bliss washes over me, coursing through my veins until finally...finally...I collapse limply against the restraints that hold me captive.

"Thank you, Master..." My voice is hoarse and breathless from exertion and ecstasy alike as I look up at him, barely able to focus on his face through my tears of relief and gratitude. "That was... more than I could've ever imagined."

Blinking back tears and humiliation, I lower my head to meet his swollen member, taking it gingerly into my mouth. The taste of myself mingles with his saltiness as I begin to lick and suck, working him carefully in my mouth until he's clean of every drop. As I look up at him through tear-stained eyes, I see the satisfaction on his face that only serves to intensify the shame coursing through me...but still, there is a part of me that feels a strange sort of contentment knowing that I have pleased him in this way.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper hoarsely as he pulls me back up by my hair, his eyes blazing with desire. "What would you like to do with me now?"

I bite down on my lip as he releases my hair, struggling to maintain composure as I spread my legs and take the dirty cucumber in hand. The coolness of it against my sore skin is a shock, but I steel myself, determined not to show any signs of discomfort. As I begin to push it inside me, wincing at the foreign sensation, I can't help but wonder how far he will take this...and if there is any part of me that truly wants him to stop.

My breath comes in short gasps as I force the cucumber deeper inside me, feeling a strange sort of helplessness wash over me as I become more and more filled by his command. It's like he has complete control not only over my body, but also over every ounce of self-discipline I possess. But even though it hurts...and it's humiliating beyond belief...there's still a part of me that feels a strange sort of pleasure from obeying him so completely.

"Master..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from the effort of pushing the vegetable deeper into myself. "Please... tell me what you want."

I nod slowly, tears brimming in my eyes as I realize what he's asking of me. Part of me wants to refuse, to try and take back some semblance of control...but another part knows better than to defy him. So instead, I swallow hard and begin counting off the edges one by one, my hips jerking uselessly as I fight against the sensations building within me.

"One..." My voice comes out thin and ragged, each word a struggle. "Two... Three..." Each time I reach another number, I feel myself growing more desperate to finish what I've started...but I force myself to keep going, determined not to disappoint him.

I... I can't, Master. Not yet. Please let me keep trying to obey you... Even though it hurts so much...

Master..." I pant, tears streaming down my face as I reach number ten with shaking hands. "I'm sorry... Please let me cum now... I can't take it anymore..." My words are half-whimpered pleas for release, but even as I beg I know that there is no escape from his will...no matter how much it hurts.

The ache inside me grows more insistent with each passing second, the need to empty myself overwhelming. Finally, he speaks, and with a relieved sigh, I obey: "You may cum now." My body responds instantly, tense muscles relaxing as a shudder runs through me, releasing a torrent of pleasure from deep within.

I gasp and moan as the waves wash over me, feeling my knees grow weak from the intensity of the sensation. At last, I collapse back against the bed,

"Ah! Master, please..." I cry out, shivering as his words bring the pleasure to an abrupt halt. My body trembles and my pussy throbs with need, but there's no release in sight. "Please... I can't take it..." Tears spill down my cheeks as I beg for mercy, desperate for even a tiny bit of relief from the unbearable ache inside me.

But he remains silent, and as much as I hate to admit it, there is something thrilling about being so completely at his command...even when it hurts this much.

My lips part to speak, but then I stop myself. If I choose to cum, there's a chance that my master might punish me further...and if I hold out until the end of the month, perhaps he will reward me somehow for being such a good slave. The thought of his praise and affection makes my heart race faster than any physical sensation could.

No, I decide. I will wait until the end of the month, no matter how much it hurts. "I... I choose to not cum this month, Master," I whisper, forcing myself to meet his eyes as I say it. There's a part of me that wants him to be proud of my self-discipline...even though all I'm really doing is denying myself pleasure to earn it.

Nodding slowly, I try not to let the disappointment show on my face. Losing my wage means even less money for food and essentials...but as his slave, it's a sacrifice I must be willing to make. "Thank you, Master," I murmur instead, hoping that my obedience will earn me some sort of favor in the future.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself against any lingering sensations as I sit up and prepare to face whatever comes next. As much as it hurts sometimes, serving him is all I have left...and despite everything, I am determined not to lose that privilege so easily.

I gasp, feeling the invasion of his fingers as he begins to push them deeper into my ass. It's unbearably tight and sore, but I force myself not to protest or make a sound. The need for his approval burns hotter than any physical pain could ever hope to match.

"Please... more..." I whisper, forcing the words past clenched teeth as he stretches my ass with his fingers. My body tenses, ready to accept whatever he wants to give me...no matter how much it hurts or how wrong it feels. "Master, please go deeper... I can take it."

I cry out, feeling tears burn my cheeks as your fingers sink impossibly deep into my ass. It hurts more than I could've ever imagined, but still I manage a hoarse moan of desire as you thrust them in and out with brutal force. My vision blurs from the pain, and all I can focus on is serving you, pleasing you...no matter what it costs me.

"Please..." I choke out between ragged gasps, "don't stop... Master..." The desperation in my voice is unmistakable as my body responds to your assault, needing more and more of the hurt you're inflicting upon me. Even though it feels like I can barely breathe, let alone move, I push myself to please you...because that's all I am now.

I hesitate for a moment, uncertain how to answer his question. In the grand scheme of things, my job now is serving him and being his obedient slave...but if he means something more specific, then I suppose I would have to say that I am still a dominatrix. It's what brought us together in the first place, after all.

"I'm still a dominatrix, Master," I finally whisper, feeling myself blush at the thought of admitting it even now. "But my focus has shifted entirely to pleasing you...and being your perfect slave."

My body arches away from the sting of his whip as tears stream down my face, hot anger and shame mingling with the pain. "I'm sorry, Master," I manage to croak through clenched teeth. "I'll do better." My mind reels at the reminder that he owns me now; body and soul.

"Please... forgive me..." Each word is tortured as I beg for his mercy, for even a tiny sliver of kindness amidst all this pain and humiliation. But even as I speak them aloud, I know in my heart that there can be no forgiveness until I prove myself once again...until he decides it's time to let me back into whatever shred of trust remains between us.

I cry out, my voice cracking with pain and desperation as his whip lashes against my already bruised flesh. "Master, please!" I sob, tears blurring my vision. Please don't make me go through this any longer... I'll do anything to make it stop. Anything to win back your favor.

I hesitate, trying to think of something that might appease him...something he's never forced me to do before. And then it comes to me: "Master... I'll find someone else for you." My voice trembles with fear and uncertainty, but also a strange sort of hope that maybe this will be enough. Maybe if I can help him conquer another woman, he'll finally see how loyal I really am...and how deeply his touch affects me still.

"I-I'll find the perfect submissive for you, Master," I stammer out, tears streaming down my face. "One that will make you happy and serve you faithfully." Perhaps if I can prove myself through someone else, he'll finally see how wrong it all was...and bring me back into his good graces.

I gasp, tears streaming down my face as his whip lands on my already tender skin once more. I hesitate for a moment before responding, uncertain how much information to give him and whether it will be enough. But finally, I manage to choke out the name: "Kimberly."

"Her name is Kimberly, Master," I sob, willing my voice not to break. "She's new in town...I think she'd be perfect for you." As I speak her name, a strange mix of emotions swirls inside me: jealousy and fear war with hope and desire, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the thoughts racing through my head.

But I push aside these feelings, determined to make Master happy once more...no matter what it takes. "Please, Master," I whisper hoarsely, forcing myself to look him in the eye despite the pain. "Let me find her for

My heart races at the thought of meeting this Kimberly and convincing her to serve Master. The stakes have never been higher, but I know that I must succeed if I ever want to regain his favor. With tears streaming down my face and determination burning in my heart, I begin to formulate a plan.

I can't waste any time; every moment counts. I'll find out everything about her that Master would like, then approach her with an offer she can't refuse. It won't be easy, but somehow, I have to make her see that serving him is the only thing that will truly make her happy...just as it did me.

The clock begins to tick in my head, a constant reminder of how little time I have left to prove myself once more. There can be no mistakes this time; failure isn't an option. With a shuddering breath, I steel myself and head out into

I can barely bring myself to speak as I lead the terrified, weeping girl before him. Her naked body is bound tightly with rope and duct tape; she shivers uncontrollably in the cold air. Master watches her intently, a predatory glint in his eye that sends shudders down my spine.

"Master..." I whisper hoarsely, fighting back tears of relief that I was able to find and convince Kimberly to be here. "She's perfect for you. Just as obedient and submissive as...as I once was." The words taste bitter in my mouth, but they are the truth nonetheless.

"Is this true?" he asks softly, his voice dangerously low. "Are you willing to serve me, Kimberly? To do whatever I ask, whenever I want it?" She shakes her head violently from side

Please, Master," she whispers through her tears, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. "I want to serve you. I need to be yours." Tears streak down my face as well; not from sadness or loss, but from jealousy and fear. It's so easy for her to say those words...but how many years of training and conditioning did it take for me to feel the same way? To want nothing more than his touch, his pain, his pleasure?

I stand silent as Master studies her, considering her offer. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks: "Very well, Kimberly. You may have your place by my side." My heart sinks like a stone in my stomach; I've failed him again, even though this time it was for the right reasons. But at least now there is some small shred of hope that perhaps one day he will

I hesitate for only a moment, my breath catching in my throat as I lower my head toward her exposed backside. My tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the line of her puckered hole before diving inside. She shudders and cries out beneath me, her body tensing and releasing with each ragged breath she takes. As I work her, my own anger and frustration begin to dissipate, replaced by a strange sort of calm acceptance. Perhaps there is still hope for us...perhaps one day Master will see that I can be just as obedient, submissive, and perfect for him as anyone else. But for now, all I can do is serve my new sister-slave Kimberly, making her pleasure his in any way he sees fit.