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No spoilers but part two follows in much the same theme so the following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, gags, sex toys, sensory deprivation and sexual relationships with big age differences
Mike stood over the writhing girl. He tried to imagine what she was going through. Encased in latex for about seven hours now. A powerful vibrator harnessed to her pussy, and given the tube and bulb emerging from her crotch, some sort of inflatable stuffed up her cunt or ass.
Add to all that total sensory deprivation and inescapable bondage and it was a wonder the woman was not a gibbering wreck.
Yet she had done this before, many times in fact. Both Chloe, Sofi’s late mother, and he, had marvelled at Sofi’s hunger for such hard core bondage.
The frequency that Sofi would come down to announce a headache, an early start, of being exhausted or some other spurious reason to retire to her room undisturbed had caused them much mirth.
It had also allowed them to pursue their own sex lives, safe in the knowledge their daughter would not be crashing the party.
Life was not perfect though. There were clouds hanging over the arrangement. The knowledge that while Sofi writhed and squirmed and drove herself to sexual paroxysms she was fantasising about Mike, was one.
But that was a pale shadow of an issue compared to the fact that Chloe was losing her battle with cancer.
Mike had to admit though that Sofi looked smoking hot encased in rubber and bound to her bed. Remembering his promise to his late fiancé he felt a little less happy about the present situation. How did he go about this? It didn’t help that a deadline loomed. Today at two the reading of the second part of the will would take place. Chloe was rushing him from beyond the grave.
The white wire from her headphones snaking away to her phone caught his attention. What was she listening to? Mike picked up the phone and examined her playlist. White noise 20 mins, Whips and Screams, Female Orgasms, Sister's Slave Rules, White Noise 40 mins... the list continued and most were obvious.
But what were 'Sisters slave rules'? Mike turned to Sofi's desktop computer.
Sitting down at the desk he hit the space bar and the screensaver gave way to a website of fetish stories. A brief read of the one left on screen had Mike absentmindedly rubbing his erection through the leather jeans he now wore.
What with the very real woman bound in latex on the bed and the fantasy on the screen Mike was finding it hard to focus.
The iTunes on the computer was synced to her phone. If he played the file on the computer her playlist would stop on her phone. He could not touch that yet.
Mike searched the computer for files called ‘Sisters’. He was rewarded with a number of hits, including the audio file on Sofi's playlist, but the one that caught his eye was a video file. He opened it.
It was a scene from a porn film. A large breasted brunet dressed in latex was strapping a similarly endowed woman with red hair in to a very upmarket vacuum bed. The submissive, while compliment, did not seem too happy at the prospect. A TENS unit was applied to her crotch and the woman sealed in. Her head, free of the latex membrane that pinned the spread eagled victim, was swiftly encased in a heavy duty bondage hood. Though not before the dominatrix had popped some earbuds in the slave girls ears. After teasing the helpless damsel the woman was left for the night with a list of rules, presumably endlessly, playing through the night.
So that was Sisters slave rules. It gave Mike an idea how to start this.
Sofi writhed in the dark. She had lost all track of time. She had slept, but for how long or how often she no longer knew. She had trapped herself in her own exquisite hell. Her cunt was on fire her anus burnt. The vibrator not only tortured her clit but shook both the dildo and the butt plug too. The only way this could be improved was if a Mistress or Master started flogging her. She was on fire.
Right now the vibrator was off, and the white noise isolated her in an obsidian void. Beyond the enveloping latex and the pressure of her bondage she could detect nothing. The rest of the world did not exist.
The white noise stopped to be replaced by... By nothing. Had the phone gone wrong? Suddenly Mike's voice boomed in her ears.
"Sofi, you are now my slave."
'What the actual fuck?' Sofi's eyes went wide in her lightless prison. 'He's found me?'
"There is only one rule. You will obey me. You will obey me or be punished."
Sofi panicking squirmed towards the headboard, so she'd have enough slack to pull down her arms, and remove the gas mask. But she couldn't do it. There was too little slack. She was trapped.
"For the rest of your life you will serve me as my slave and you will obey me."
She fumbled in the dark for the padlock above her fingers, finding it, she blindly examined it by touch. There were no rollers. A plain padlock. He'd changed the lock. She really, really was... Her fantasy was real. She was Mike's slave.
"NNNNgggggghhh," Sofi tumbled into a powerful climax with an incoherent groan. Her body trembled and quivered as the woman surrendered to her most primal urge. Dimly she was aware that Mike's voice was continuing.
"While there is only one rule, I'm giving you some standing orders that will apply from now until I say otherwise."
Sofi continued to orgasm, waves of pleasure wracked her body.
“One; from this day on you will call me Master. You are forbidden to use my name unless someone specifically asks you what it is."
The tremors eased.
"Two; You will only talk when spoken to, to acknowledge an order or after being given permission to speak."
Sofi became aware the dildo in her cunt was shrinking. Her mind raced. 'Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...'
"Three; You will address all other men as Sir and women as Mistress, Miss or Ma'am as is appropriate.”
The weight of the vibrator was removed from the harness and the zip at her crotch opened. Cool air caressed her sopping pussy. Sofi squealed in anticipation and delight.
“Four; You are forbidden the use of furniture. You will either stand, kneel or sit on the floor.”
The deflated dildo was removed and Sofi shuddered as she realised how vulnerable she was. She was utterly powerless to effect the proceedings.
“Five, You will only wear what I give you to wear. You will politely refuse any other clothing offered to you.”
She was aware of a weight on the mattress with her. Mike was climbing over her!
"Sofi, you are now my slave.”
She felt a hand push under her right arm by her ear, and then felt the D-ring at the back of her collar pulled down. The pressure on her throat increased. She was a slave!
"There is only one rule. You will obey me. You will obey me or be punished."
A firm powerful hand began massaging and kneading her left tit. It found her rock hard nipple and cruelly pinched and twisted it through the thin rubber. Sofi moaned lustfully into her gag.
"For the rest of your life you will serve me as my slave and you will obey me."
Fuck, yes! She would. Collared for life. Bound in chains. Masters fuck toy. Anything! She’d do anything he ordered. Sofi desperately wanted the gag, the bondage and mask gone so she could tell him. Kiss him. Hold him. Hug Him. Her Master. Deliriously happy she started to sob.
"While there is only one rule I'm giving you some standing orders that will apply from now until I say otherwise."
His cock slid forcefully in, ramming deep within her, the weight of Him descending on her fragile form. Given how stretched her pussy must be, her new Master was well endowed.
“One; from this day on you will call me Master. You are forbidden to use my name unless someone specifically asks you what it is."
He started to fuck her slowly with long powerful strokes. Her tender lips, bruised as he thrust in to the hilt. Sofi continued to sob, happy to be enslaved. Happy to be his.
"Two; You will only talk when spoken to, to acknowledge an order or after being given permission to speak."
He continued to fuck her. His left hand pulling the collar tight. His right hand probing her latex clad form. Pinching, squeezing, stroking and slapping while she lay bound, immobile, helpless and vulnerable.
"Three; You will address all other men as Sir and women as Mistress, Miss or Ma'am as is appropriate.”
The rules began to sink in. Not just bedroom play, but twenty-four seven. He planned to out her fetish. She was the damsel in the stories she liked. Could he do that to her? Could he really keep her as a slave all the time?
“Four; You are forbidden the use of furniture. You will either stand, kneel or sit on the floor.”
She felt another climax building. The rules had said nothing about asking for permission…
“Five, You will only wear what I give you to wear. You will politely refuse any other clothing offered to you.”
Please God let him dress me in latex.
"Sofi, you are now my slave."
The repeated declaration was enough to send Sofi over the edge once more.
Mike felt the girl tremble as she tightened below him. ‘That was quick,’ he thought, ‘but given what she’s going through, she was probably on a hair trigger now.’
The tightening grip of the slave, along with the visual queues, as well as the knowledge that Sofi really was now his, was enough to get Mike there too.
The loss of his own libido during the ordeal of nursing Chloe meant his load was full. He surprised himself with the force, strength and duration of his climax.
The girl fucked, the bridge burnt, Mike lifted himself of the slave he had once thought of as his daughter. He reached down and closed the zip on her catsuit, once again sealing her away from the outside world.
Tucking himself away he looked down at the girl.
She really did have an amazing figure, Chloe had been right in her assessment about him. Three years he’d known the girl. Sofi had been playing with herself like this for just over one.
Mike rubbed his chin as he drank in the visage of his new slave, still trembling in her latex prison.
‘Am I responsible for her latex fetish?’ He asked himself. ‘I’d thought I’d been careful with her mother. But then this silly girl had thought Chloe and I were in the dark, about her games, too.’
‘On the other hand it was probably a case of the acorn not falling far from the tree.’
Mike examined the phone. He could leave his rules thing playing over, or put her back on her play list.
Deciding to leave her listening to her new rules Mike attached the vibrator back to the harness.
Then, on a whim, since she was now aware she dad been discovered and caught, he undid the rope tying the spreader bar to the foot of the bed. He then hauled on the rope, stretching his slave as he removed the last vestiges of any slack in the bondage. With no slack to wiggle with he tied the rope off on its anchor once more.
The trembling had stopped but there we soft sobs emanating from the gas mask. Delivering a stinging blow with his open hand to her nearest thigh Mike turned and left the slave to stew. He had preparations to make for the day. The bridge may be burnt, but he intended to bring in a demolition crew to ensure it was down, before he built a new very different bridge in its place.
Sofi was aware she was still crying. It was almost too much. He’d put the vibrator back but not the dildo. She felt strangely empty at that. Odd given her monster butt plug was still very firmly in place.
Then he’d pulled down the spreader bar. Stretching her, pulling her. Her arms pressed into her head, the cuffs dug into her wrists, the collar pushed into her chin. Inwardly Sofi groaned in pleasure at the new stresses on her body.
The sudden stinging slap on the thigh made her squeal in surprise. The burning glow it left a welcome addition to the pain between her legs.
The rules were still repeating. Her only clue to what sort of a Master Mike would be. They were all pretty common tropes of the BDSM world.
No use of name; To enforce respect and to remind her of her status.
No talking; to force her to internalise.
Calling everyone Sir or Miss; outed her, humiliated her and reinforced her status at the bottom of the heap as a mere slave.
No furniture; Also reinforced that she was not equal. Like an animal she was not welcome at tables or on the couch.
Clothing control; robbed her of her ability to define her own image. Further it could be used to define others expectations in her. Clothes so often defined what others saw in people.
But she still knew so little. She knew Mike was a good guy, but what were his tastes?
Did he like latex or was this the last time she would be dressed this way? Was he a sadist? Had that slap and the nipple twist been a taste of more pain to follow?
After mum started dating him she’d worn more leather. She’d bought that pencil skirt and the brown slacks as well as the leather LBD for her first date with him. In fact she’d smartened up all round. Sofi had taken that to be restored self esteem, after being single. Had she been dressing for him?
Would her new Master dress her the same way? Or would he dress her at all? Would she be kept naked around the house like a pet?
As Sofi ruminated her fate the vibrator fired up once more. Sofi with pictures of herself collared and naked at her Masters feet started the climb to ecstasy once more.
Mike ended the call with a smile on his face. Natasha had seemed almost indecently keen. Still it was hardly surprising. She’d once confided to him that the best bit of her job was hurting others, despite the touted line that it was helping people achieve the self image they craved. So today she got to dress up and have fun at work.
So, time to get the girl ready for the rest of her life.
Mike left the lounge and went into the kitchen. Grabbing a small bag of sundries off the centre island he unlocked the door to the wine cellar. He descended into the cellar. The wine racks in the small space were only half full but the bottles were all personally selected.
Mike knelt and released the break on the large casters of the second unit. Wryly he remembered the conversation he’d had with Sofi the first time he’d brought her down here.
“Mike, why are the racks on casters?”
“Dunno Soaf, I think they came like it.”
“I mean, it’s not like there is anywhere for them to go.”
“You’re right, but I just bought them that way out of a catalogue. Perhaps people with bigger cellars need them to move.”
“Gotta say this is the most anticlimactic cellar I’ve ever been to.”
“You’ve been to many?”
“Well no, but when your mum’s new wealthy boyfriend invites a girl to come ‘look’ at his cellar… Well, lets just say I was expecting more than an underground drinks cupboard.”
“Sorry to disappoint. What were you expecting, catacombs? Or an Igor in charge of the swinging axe pendulum and brasiers heating branding irons and torture implements.”
“Either would have been better than this. I mean, theres not even any cobwebs or manacles hanging from the ceiling.”
“So you don’t appreciate wine?”
“I’ve only ever had the odd glass at Christmas, I am only fifteen. I like the red stuff best, it tastes fruitier.”
“Okay, well I like to drink a glass or two at dinner and I’d say you were mature enough to join in with your mum and me at meal times.”
“Ah, I see, get the girlfriends daughter on side by plying her with alcohol!”
“Sofi I assure you…”
“Relax Mike, I was joshing you. I’m already on side. You are without doubt the best thing that has ever happened to my mum, and me. Besides, you don’t need to ply me with drink. I was yours at ‘Better school, new larger bedroom with ensuite, new computer and a lockable door.’”
Sofi had then flashed that smile. The one Chloe had had too, that lit up a room and warmed your heart.
With the brakes off the casters the unit pulled forward easily. Stepping around it Mike stepped through the doorway revealed into the playroom. The lights flickered on as the motion detectors did their job to reveal the white clinical space devoted to BDSM fun and games.
Chloe and he had so much fun down here. The room as likely to be filled with her laughter as her screams of pain. The plan, before the cancer, had been to transfer from role-play to lifestyle once Sofi moved out to go to University. So much had changed in three short years.
So now to get the room ready for Sofi. Crossing the room he unlocked the barred door to the cell. The cell was actually the width of the end of the room, essentially a wall of bars divided the room. It contained a bunk, a stainless steel sink and toilet and a shower head over a floor drain in the far corner.
From the bag Mike placed a bar of soap in the receptacle on the wall in the shower corner and hung a plain white towel from a hook nearby.
Crossing to the toilet he put a loo roll on the holder as well as hanging an enema bag, with a long rubber tube ending in a butt plug, on a hook high above the toilet.
A small glass cup with a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste was placed at the back of the sink along with a pump soap dispenser. Another towel was hung under the sink.
Finally he took the latex coated foam mattress, that was propped on its side, and laid it flat on the bunk.
Looking around that was all there was to do. Everything was ready. Mike ran over the day in his head. Bring Sofi down here to prepare her. Then solicitors, Natasha and back here.
Taking a leather leash from a hook on the wall Mike made his way back up to Sofi. The vibrator was still humming and the girl was thrashing about, as much as she was able anyway, trapped in sexual isolation.
Mike walked around the bed and drew the curtains wide, letting the cool winter sun bathe the room. Looking out it was raining lightly from clouds that would soon cover the sky. A typical grey winters day.
Crossing back to the doorway Mike turned off the now redundant room light and then approached his new slave.
He glanced down at the box of her toys. Intrigued he knelt down to examine the contents. A ball gag, a penis panel gag, two little bullet vibes with savage crocodile clips, a ubiquitous rabbit and an equally inevitable butterfly. A large tube of KY as well as some silicone polish. It seemed she had pretty much dressed up in everything she had.
Mike turned off the vibe and removed it from the harness. He then turned the playlist off on her phone. Sofi froze, clearly nervous about what may follow.
A quick reassessment of her bondage confirmed that she would be easy to handle. No locks on her ankle cuffs and his own padlock at her wrists.
Lifting it at the chin he removed the gas mask. Sofi, in the dark for nearly ten hours now, screwed her eyes at the sudden exposure to daylight.
Seeing the gag Mike lifted the girls head and unbuckled the device. With eyes still shut Sofi began working her jaw to ease strained and cramped muscles. Mike then took the ball gag from the box and popped it into a surprised slave’s mouth. He buckled that in making extra sure she could not push it out.
Mike then unbuckled her ankles before moving to the other end of the bed to release the chain that held her hands.
Once that was done he took the link that joined, the still locked on, cuffs and hauled Sofi up into a sitting position. Unplugging and pocketing her phone he grasped her chin and turned her head to face him. Sofi experimentally unscrewed one eye and squinted at her step dad turned Master.
“Are you okay, slave?” Sofi nodded her head vigorously.
“You understand this is real? There’s not going to be an end to this?” Sofi again nodded vigorously and lifted her cuffed wrists and gave a thumbs up with both hands.
“Okay then,” he replied clicking the leash he had brought onto the ring at the front of her collar. “Time to go. This is not your room anymore.” He stood up and indicated, with a firm tug on her leash, that she should too.
Gingerly Sofi rose and with her hands held out in front of her started circumspectly walking towards her Master.
“Not mastered walking in those yet girl?” Sofi shook her head then bowed it looking sad.
“Well, I didn’t bring the keys to your cuffs up. So I can’t release your wrists and allow you to crawl.” He stepped in closer to her and put an arm around her corseted waist. “On this one occasion I’ll help. You can thank me when we arrive.”
Sofi looked into her Masters face. Her mouth stretched my the gag was useless to her but somehow she manage to smile with her eyes.
With his arm around her he walked her out of the room. There was nearly an accident then as she turned toward the other bedrooms. But once she understood they were going downstairs she complied willingly.
Even hooded it was easy to see she was confused as he steered her into the kitchen and then turned for the cellar door. She did not resist and her eyes went wide with surprise as they entered the play room.
“Kneel, slave,” Mike ordered. Sofi gingerly lowered herself to her knees.
Not letting go of the leash Mike snagged a crop off of the wall display and then turned to his new slave.
“Okay Sofi, your first lesson now. How I expect you to kneel.” Using the crop to guide her he started to instruct her.
“Sit up straighter girl, that’s it. Now spread you knees, not quite that far, yes that’s better. Now as your wrists are bound in front of you I want you to lift them up over your head and hold them as if they were locked to the back of your collar. That’s it, good girl. Now chin up, don’t bow your head.”
Mike squatted down in front of the kneeling girl.
“You are doing good, but don’t assume I’m going to follow every trope you’ve read on the net. I have no problem with you making eye contact. You are my slave not my submissive. I own you, but you can be proud of that. Obey me because you must, but be proud that you are mine. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Mike stood back up and Sofi looked up at her owner. Her eyes were smiling again.
“Now I know the Gor books have leaked out into the BDSM scene, but I want to see your thighs when you kneel. Your owner is a legs and ass man. So when your arms are not already bound, as they are now, cross your wrists and hold them to the small of your back, okay?” Sofi eagerly nodded.
Mike then retrieved the keys to her restraints and released her wrists. As soon as he did Sofi smartly placed them as instructed.
Taking hold of her leash Mike instructed his slave, “You can crawl now, slave.” He gave her a tug and led her to the door of the cell. “In you go slave. This is your new room now.”
Sofi crawled into the cell and turned and knelt as instructed inside the doorway. Mike squatted down in front the girl once more.
“So this is your room now. If for any reason you find yourself without a task you are to return here. Here you are safe and here is where I will look for you first.”
Mike removed the leash from the collar. Stood up and swung the heavy cell door shut with a clang. The girl actually flinched.
“So Sofi, as my slave you are going to find your life pretty full. As your Master I expect your compliance and enthusiastic support. In short I don’t have either the time or the inclination to stand over you with a crop in hand watching you perform a task I could do myself since I’m there.”
Using the crop he was holding he pointed at a cctv camera over the door pointing at the cell.
“I can access that camera, as well as others, from the TV as well as my phone. That’s as much standing over you as you’re going to get. If I give you a job, no matter what it is, it could be my laundry or blowing the postman. Regardless, I expect your best.”
Mike threw the keys to the locks on Sofi’s outfit through the bars onto the floor between Sofi’s knees.
“We are visiting the solicitors, to hear the second part of your mothers will, this afternoon. So take that stuff off and shower. Hang the rubber through the bars. Stand your boots on the floor outside your cell too. I’m going upstairs to get ready.”
Sofi watched he new owner walk out of the room before she picked up the keys. She looked out of the bars at the amazing room. She was encouraged and also scared of the display of impact toys on the wall. So it looked like Master was a sadist.
Looking up at the camera she realised she had been given something to do. Doubtless Master was looking in on her. If she owned something as amazing as a slave she’d be watching it loads.
While still kneeling Sofi unlocked the boots but did not try to unlace them. Using the bars of her cell for support she rose once more to her feet and walked the short distance to her bunk. The boots were getting rapidly easier, but they were still tough to manage.
Sitting on her bunk she unlocked the harness, and once that was off she removed the corset. Able to bend at the waist once more she then removed he boots. It was so good to release her toes. They did not look too happy with her either.
She didn’t want to, but to remove the catsuit and hood she needed to remove the collar and the gag. She put both of those items on her bunk and hung the harness through the bars. Still hooded and dressed in latex she padded over to the shower.
The water was warm and the jet quite strong. Standing under it Sofi unzipped the hood and pulled it off. Turning her face into the stream of water she let the jet rinse the sweat from her face. She dropped the hood in the water though she was careful for it not to block the drain.
The gloves peeled off turning themselves inside out. Sofi added them to the hood on the floor.
Opening the catsuit at the neck Sofi positioned herself to get as much water from the shower inside the suit as possible.
Aware that Master was probably watching, rather than shuck the catsuit off, she performed a mini strip tease for the camera. Pulling out one arm then turning, pulling out the next and putting her back to the camera.
Rolling the suit down to her waist she once again got water inside to lubricate the rubber. She then slowly pulled the zip lower down between her ass cheeks. Bending down to give her owner a good view of her backside she slid one leg out of the suit after the other.
Picking the catsuit up she held it in front of her before she turned around to face the camera once more. Holding the suit out, to allow water in to rinse out the inside of her sweat, she flashed a smile and a wink at the camera. Happy the suit was clean she dropped it on the gloves and hood, flashing another smile as she stood full frontal to the camera.
Not wanting to be punished for teasing. Sofi then turned and picked up the bar of soap. Stepping aside of the stream of water she quickly lathered herself up, before stepping back in to rinse.
Sofi looked around for some shampoo but saw none. The soap would be too harsh on her hair but as there was no substitute and there was no popping upstairs for a bottle she used the soap on her hair too.
Turning off the water when she was clean she turned her attention to the clothes on the floor before drying. She used to put the suit on a hanger and let it drip dry over the shower before treating it and stowing it in her toy box. With nowhere to hang it she draped it and the other items over the flat crossbar as Master had instructed.
Using the towels she quickly dried herself before considering the collar and gag. Should she put them back on? She wanted to but Master had said nothing about them.
Her deliberations were cut short by the sounds of her Master descending the stairs. Although she had not been ordered too she dropped to her knees and faced the doorway.
Master appeared dressed in a dark blue business suit with a crisp white shirt and a navy paisley tie. He seemed to be holding something behind his back, however he pulled up when he saw Sofi kneeling. He stared openly at her.
“Are you dry, girl?” He asked after a while.
“Yes, Master,” she replied. ‘I called him Master for the first time,’ she thought. Then realised she was trembling.
“Are you cold, slave?”
“No, Master. I think I’m excited.”
“I see,” Mike crossed over to the cell door and opened it one handed. “Please go sit on the red stool over there, Sofi.”
Sofi nearly crawled but then thought better of it. Standing, she walked somewhat self consciously over to the indicated stool.
Mike then walked up behind her and placed one half of a steel collar around her throat. The other half swung around and Mike squeezed it shut with a click. It was tight, and seemed tall, though not posture collar tall. Sofi’s heart soared.
Tentatively, for fear of a rebuke, she lifted her hands to investigate her new fetter. Master said nothing and Sofi’s fingers explored the steel band. There was a large ring at the front, but she could find no lock or even a hinge. She was just barely able to detect a seam on each side.
“That one can be worn in the shower, Sofi,” informed her Master.
As she probed the collar Mike went to a cupboard and came out with some clippers which he plugged into a socket near the stool.
Without another word being spoken he proceeded to shave her head. Sofi, deliriously happy one-second earlier, was devastated. She had only just gotten it long enough to style after having it shorn for charity and solidarity with her mum. Unbidden tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Not happy, slave?” Inquired Master.
“Oh, Master, umm, please ignore my tears.”
Master stopped and stared at her again.
“I think we are going to have to modify one of the standing orders for a bit. When your mother and I did this, we would talk for ages when not playing. So she could then adopt the role of slave understanding her Master’s motives. So, so long as you remember your place and manners you no longer have to ask for permission to speak, but only when you and I are alone.” He resumed shaving her head.
“In fact, girl, take this opportunity to ask questions.”
“Yes, Master. Master why are you shaving my head?”
“Lots of reasons, girl. Mostly, because when you did it for charity, I really liked how you looked. You are pretty bald, I think it suits you. Also it’s a great lesson for you about the consequences of your change in station. You are not in control of your self image. Finally because after the will reading we are going to visit a lady called Natasha, who is doing me a huge favour, and she requires your head to be shaven.”
“Why, Master.”
“Well that, slave, is going to be a surprise.”