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After a long absence, Prince Dominque of
Lizaigne comes back at last. I'm perky and very proud of the
fitting-out done inside the slaves reception room. I know that Prince
isn't going to like that, that he is going to express his
disapproval and that i'm going to be punished, me, Agnes, governess of
the slaves and slave myself. But I know he will accept all. Except some
details. Like the rose vichy curtains, the maintenance slaves have hung
for me. The heating was necessary in that large and icy room.
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Of course that happens. While I hold on my
laughs, Prince makes a croak. I know very well my Master. I have
enslaved myself for a long time. I know him and he knows me. At this
moment, Prince is playing the angry Master. When he shouts like that, I
know he has fun. So I play the very servile slave.
A bit sulky...
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Then order comes:
- Stand up against that new deck ! I'm going
to use it for the first time punishing a slave who has forgotten to ask
her Master for turning that room into a boudoir.
- Yes Master... Oh no Master, not my dress ! It's new...
- And punishing a slave who likes to look nice. You're made up like a pleasure slave ! And what about those pince-nez ?
- I... I can't bear lens, O my Master. I cought a chill inside that icy room!
Prince doesn't listen to my answers and my torn dress flies away.
- Turn over! And bend over!
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Quickly Prince binds my wrist with his silk scarf, he goes away and comes back with a crop in his hand and waving a...
- Oh no Master, not a clip !
- Yes !
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I clench my jaws to do not cry. While my Master closes the
clip on my labia I whisper " My Master is the most lecherous Master on
the earth... Nasty ! Youre a nasty beast. You know the clips do on me"
Yes I love the clips bitting my nipples or my sexe... Yes I do. Behind
my back, I hear the crop whistling and hitting my buttocks. I jump then
I moan "One". Then " Two... three.. for... not so hard,
Master, I beg you... Aiiiie ! Five... Not the cleft ! Aiiiiiiiiie !
Six... Seven... Masteeeer ... Eight...
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After the tenth stroke of crop, my buttocks
are on fire and I am short of breath. I am panting with my open mouth.
When Prince leans forward on me, when he puts the crop between my
teeth, I know he is going to take me, there on the desk, like a soldier
takes a whore. And he does. But not where I was thinking. And I cry"Aaaaaaaaaaaah" when Prince forces my back.
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"Beast, you're a beast... ", the words are turning around in my mind, punctuated by the bell on the clip.
" I'm just a slave on heat. And my Master is a beast who is going to succeed, making me come"
Then...the next events are too intimate to be told here.
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Later, always tied, the crop always in my
mouth and the clip always bitting my sex, I'm standing in front of the
desk. My legs are trembling, the clip hurts my womb and my back and
buttocks are burning... I listen to my Master:
- Go upstair to your room and wait. I will send a guard to untie you.
"And don't loose anything" he tells smiling.
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The mocking bell does "Ding, ding" while I'm
climbing the stairs. My stockings have been undone when Master took me
and I'm afraid they slip down and that I fall flat on my knees.
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| Time is passing and the guard doesn't come...
I am there, satanding up in front of my bedroom door. My thighs, wide
open, like a good slave must do, are trembling. The crop in my mouth
makes me dribble. And the clip... It's always here, bitting my labia
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... and jump when He puts
his icy dagger on my naked breast. Prince, my Master is come himself to
free me. I am always frightened by the blades, my Master plays when he
wants to show his authority. He likes this fear. But I'm always
trembling when he comes up to me with a sword or a dagger. Now I'm
shivering while he caresses my throat, my breast with his cold blade,
while he's playing with my nipples.
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- Let's see...
I want to protest because a Master must not kneel in front of a slave... I cry out in pain when he removes the clip.
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I would like to say: No Master, it's not fair, you take advantage of my powerless" But the crop distorts my voice and Prince doesn't want to hear anything. He continues looking after "this painful pussy"
With his mouth and with his tongue.
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Later Prince is dozed off, after he used his Governess, his slave during a long time. I softly caress her face...
My Master, you're a beast... but you gave so much pleasure to me...
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