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legs.
    “Show me how sorry.”
    “Wh…what?” I stammered.
    She let go of one end of the belt and swung the free end so that it wrapped itself between my legs, striking my cunt. I yelped into her panties.
    “Oooo…” she moaned, “like that, yes, show me like that.”
    I rapidly learned that if I gave her what she wanted that she forgot to use the whip so I gave her what she wanted. When she came she shuddered for a moment, let go of me, staggered to the couch and collapsed. My ass was on fire but so was my pussy. I had to find a way to get a few minutes alone. I needed some quality time with my right hand.
    “Wow,” gushed Mrs. Fitch to Sara, “she has definitely sipped at that cup before, hasn’t she?”
    “Yes,” my owner said smugly, “she was my mom’s slave and she was trained well.”
    “How did she come to be yours?”
    “My mom died and I inherited her,” my owner said.
    “But…but she lives here and I’ve seen her coming and going and…”
    “Yes, well, that’s all done now.” my owner laughed. “I think when my mom died she thought she was free but let’s just say she um…changed her mind.”
    Mrs. Fitch looked down at me quivering with shame and said, “That is…wow… your own slave, I mean for real, wow! What do you plan to do with her?”
    “I plan to train her to serve me. To bathe me, cook for me, dress me, undress me and perform special little personal chores… like what she just did for you.”
    “Are you going to take her away?” Mrs. Fitch asked plaintively.
    “No, Helga,” my owner chuckled, “I plan to live here.”
    “Are you going to need help?”
    “What do you mean, Helga?”
    “I mean I live next door and all and I could…”
    “Helga!” my owner shrieked, clapping her hands in joy, “that would be perfect. I mean I’m going to have to leave her here alone sometimes and I know she can’t be trusted not to play with herself. Orgasms are not an option for her anymore and I can certainly use your help to watch her until I have a more permanent solution.”
    “Permanent solution?” Mrs. Fitch echoed. “What does… I mean… what kind of permanent solution?”
    “I’m not sure yet, Helga, but I’m certain there is something out there that will keep the little slut from being able to touch herself unless I want her to.”
    “Wow, that…that would be awful. I couldn’t stand it. To not be able to… Ooooh, god, that’s horrible. Why would you do that to her?”
    “Because I can,” my owner said, “and because I want to pay her back for all the years the stuck-up little slut treated me like shit. Do you still want to help?”
    Mrs. Fitch looked down at me with an evil gleam in her eyes. “Of course I do,” she gushed, “I have some paying back to do myself.”
    “Super! I need you back here tomorrow at ten as I have to be gone most of the day but right now I, uh, need some private time to, uh, well…”
    “Of course, of course,” Mrs. Fitch babbled quickly, “I’ll leave now right now. See you at ten.”
    After Helga left I could see the wheels turning in Sara’s pretty head. She dipped into the toy bag and came out with the collar and leash that her mom had liked to use on me.
    “Come here, Kimmy,” she demanded.
    I crawled to her. She placed the collar around my neck and locked it on. Clipping the leash in place she gave it an experimental tug.
    “Until we get a better collar you will wear this one permanently,” she said.
    I was stunned. I knew better but, I had to speak. “But, Miss Simmons, I can’t be expected to wear a collar to work…”
    She yanked the leash hard causing me to fall forward into her lap, effectively cutting off my words in mid sentence.
    “Shut the fuck up, you little slut!” she bellowed. “You won’t be going to work anymore so that won’t be a problem. You are my full time slave now and full time slaves don’t have a life outside of pleasing their owners.”
    She kept the leash tight which kept my