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disappoint me.
    “You must be mad to expect that I’m going to…”
    She stopped as I casually plucked her cell phone from her hand and pushed redial. I smiled and put the phone to my ear.
    “Hello, Frank?” I said. “I have a little problem here and I need…”
    She fell at my feet and clutched my calves, “Wait, Raven, please.”
    “Frank?” I said. “Hold on a minute, can you?”
    “Raven, please don’t…”
    “Clothes, Margret,” I said.
    She leaned back and began unbuttoning her blouse.
    “Frank?” I laughed. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll ring again if things don’t work out.”
    ***
    Three months later not a trace of resistance was left in her. I kept her on the floor next to me at night so I had access to her well trained tongue. During the day, when I had to be out of the house, I kept her in a cage. I was very proud of how well behaved she was. I had done a very nice job with this one. She was going to be a marvelous pet for her new owner who had paid me one hundred thousand dollars for three months work doing something that still got me wet thinking about it even after all the captures I had made. I prodded Margret’s pussy with my quirt and watched her squirm.
    “Your new owner is coming to pick you up today,” I said mildly.
    She shivered a little but true to her training didn’t respond. I wiggled the quirt on her clit and watched her body react like a jolt of electricity was passing through it. I hadn’t allowed her a single orgasm since I had captured her and it was apparent that she was desperate.
    “Unfortunately for you I’ve heard that she is very cruel and almost never allows her slaves any pleasure,” I said laughingly.
    I could see a tear well up in her left eye. It spilled out of her bottom lid and splashed on the floor in front of her but she still didn’t move.
    “Would you like one last chance to go, Margret?” I asked softly.
    “Yes, please, Miss Raven,” she whispered.
    “You have five minutes to hump the quirt,” I said patting her on the head. “You may start now.”
    She squeezed her legs together and began bucking her hips to push her clitoris into the end of the quirt. I kept some pressure on it for her but I didn’t make it easy. Even so she managed to make it over the top in less than five minutes. She started wailing before it hit and when her climax came she wasn’t able to remain on all fours. Her body went into spasms and she collapsed screaming out her pleasure. It was a breach of training but I let it pass. In fact I let her lie there almost unconscious until the doorbell rang.
    “Get back up, girl,” I said sternly as I stood up and crossed to the door.
    I opened the door to her new owner. I had never met the woman before so I was unprepared for my own response. Her demeanor was so heartless that my first reaction was a small curl of fear that hammered at my chest and left me breathless for a moment. I got myself under control.
    “Come in, Mrs. Southland,” I said politely.
    She swept past me like she was queen and I was just a servant. My fear had gone and left me with a bad taste in my mouth and this action sparked a feeling of anger. I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut. I was having second thoughts about letting someone like this have Margret. She had been my best challenge so far and I…
    “Is this her?” Mrs. Southland demanded imperiously.
    I was beginning to really dislike this savage haughty bitch. I looked at Margret and felt a pang. I was going to miss her. Then a germ of an idea flitted through my mind and like a flower it opened and put a smile on my face. I put it on hold and answered her.
    “Yes, Mrs. Southland,” I said.
    “We’ll be going,” she said, snapping a leash on Margret and dragging her toward the door, ignoring me completely.
    I waited until the sulfur left the air before I crossed the room and picked up the phone.
    “Hi, Harriet,” I said when my friend answered, “it’s me. What’s the