"Yeah?" the boy said, warily. "Jump up and down," the man commanded. The boy gave him an odd look and stuck his tongue out before slipping away. Well, that answers that question, the man decided. He returned to Jake's room. Anna was there, covering Jake's body with his bed sheet. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Dr. Mattrel?" "Yes, Anna, you can bend over...and asian call me Jake." A person is the product of their experiences, and all of Jake's memories were now in Dr. Mattrel's head. He had lost the ability to control minds, however that had worked, but with his forethought and planning he now had dozens of slaves who had visited the hospital and been given long-term commands to obey him just as they would the Jake who died, and that would have to do. The king is dead; long live the king, he thought to himself. Chapter 1 Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and japan step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness. Eventually, she made it across the carpet and onto the hardwood of the bedroom, where her “master” was sitting upright in bed in his bathrobe and exotic expecting his meal. He briefly glanced up from his iPad, snapped his fingers and motioned toward the night stand, then resumed scrolling through his news feed. Megan shuffled over to the edge of the king-size and delicately placed the tray on the stand. “Very good, kitten.” She stood there quietly and stared down at the floor while he took the first few bites of scrambled eggs. The dish turned out better than expected: fluffy and well-mixed, with just the right amount of pepper on top. For a suburbanite brat, this new slave was a surprisingly good cook, and as much as he enjoyed having his own sexy chef, he had also been looking for an excuse to punish her and hoped a botched meal might give him one. Then again, her ass cheeks still showed a few red marks leftover from earlier, so perhaps another round of caning at this point would be overkill. Master reached over to the chain that connected Megan’s collar to the leather harness buckled around her stomach and pulled her closer with a quick yank. She perked her head up immediately and waited nervously for his next command. “Still feel that?” he asked, tickling around her panties and pinching her ass. “From our little mishap this morning?” “Mhhmm.” Megan nodded. A large silicon ball secured into her mouth limited her options for communication to nodding, shaking her head, mumbling and pleading with her eyes. The straps were uncomfortably tight, but what was even more frustrating was the added chin strap; a four-inch piece of leather that helped guarantee she couldn’t maneuver her jaw to spit the gag out. “Good. Maybe you’ll remember it next time you’re thinking about misbehaving.” He gave one of big her welts a light smack. She winced and nodded again, too busy fighting back tears to even try and speak. “We’ll see. Now go tidy up the bathroom.” He ordered with another snap. Megan obediently trotted off to clean the mess he left during his shower. Not exactly fun, but any step out of line resulted in corporal punishment, and his preferred method was forcing her to kneel and lashing her bottom with either a black cane or leather paddle. That morning had been no exception: he uncuffed her from the bed after his alarm went off and took her to the bathroom for her toilet break. While she was washing up, he fondled her breast and pinched the nipple, pushing her to growl “fuck you” and try running away. japanese Chelsea said she would share the fish with Tami, best friends share, which made both girls laugh and helped Tami’s spirits. In the light of the tv, I saw the glistening of his pre-cum seeping from his pee opening. She smiled to herself and hung her head as she waited for japanese them to release her. After "priming the pump," as he used to like to call it, he would head out to the bars and clubs with his buddies. "This skirt is too sexy to wear to the track.” Her hands slid inward and came up the inside of the other girl's legs. Every time I saw him, I didn’t know if I wanted to hit him or kiss him. I wasn't sure why she let me see them, but I just enjoyed the view. They had been left like this exotic for several minutes, asian nothing they could do but stare at each other. She wanted to be japan held accountable, and that was what Jordan was going to do for her. We drive, no destination, no worries, nothing, just her and I alone, listening to the music. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the doctor signaled the delivery was near. He for damn sure knew that there would have big been no way he could have stopped him. My tomboy daughter gasped as my lips pressed into her shaved pussy. Mommy came down to the kitchen later than usual the next morning. His index finger pressed firmly against her pearled nub, stroking it.