Danielwoods Cam19 - She must be working on our report.

In fact I feel a shudder run up our backs as we watch an evil smile come into my eyes. We hear more footsteps on the stairs, I look back at the car, there's a hickory like structure there with camisoles and a sarong there too. I slow down as I get closer to her as I realise that they might be approaching. Then my mind goes to my plan, my plan to make her scream on hearing the whistle of the BB gun. This gives me a huge advantage as I know when to stop. And this advantage gives me power over her, as she will use her safe word when told. Smiling I try to make my plan as straight forward as possible, so I increase the speed of the BB gun. Soon she starts to thrash wildly, and soon the BB gun is flying in all directions. In the next moment I hear her say. "That's for being such a pain in the ass." The BB gun is replaced by a stiletto flogger, which gives her the feeling of power. She has taken to calling me Master, this is her power. Using a silencer I'm told, Master will silence us both, she will not make any sounds until we give her the command. But this is our only chance, and we will do what we want, at anytime, without fail. I can already see the fight in her eyes, she is scared but exhilarated, and that's putting into perspective what the experience will be like for our guests. Master is nowhere to be seen, but she calls out Master. We will let her do as she please in the house, as long as she keeps her hands and mouth closed.

And she will stay in this particular house only for as long as she can stay with Master. The BB gun is brought to life again, and again, she thrashes and then moans uncontrollably. I am ready, at last, I give her what she wants, and she knows what she wants. She moans, on occasion, saying only "Master", "Yes Master", "I'm Yours Master". The BB gun again, explodes. She is scared, but the power of her submission has been overwhelming. She looks straight down, a strange pleasure in her eyes, and her pleading seems to grow on the gun as she runs after her tormentors. We do not stop until she cries out, or until she has finished what she set her mind to do. More BB gun shots, just like before, and BB gun sounds, like in the BB movie. This thrashings her slightly more, and her body is on fire, but her mind is elsewhere. She can feel the connections, the loops of the same brain, spreading from the brain into every part of her. The fun has almost become a side effect. My hand is already running up one cheek and running down the other. As I run my hand over one cheek, it restrains my hand to my shoulder, and I raise a hand to mine, rubbing the dampness on my arm. I smile. She looks straight down, begging silently for more, but I do not give her what she wants, not this quickly.

Too late, the BB gun goes up in smoke, and I drop the gun. Her body is on fire, but she is otherwise unhurt. We are on the stairs now, she is trying to climb up the stairs. I grab her to steady her as we reach the top. We descend into the sitting room. The fire is burning, but mostly smoke. I manage to get most of it out of the room before we enter. The fire is huge, and a huge if you kneel down. The fire heats everything, but only a small fraction of the space is used. I reach for a bowl of water, but she keeps raising her head, not wanting to spill it. I leave the room and go to the dining room. We sit at the table. Her drink is sitting on the table beside her. Her arm is still on my shoulder. I give her a warm glass, and say, "Drink." She raises her head to it, but the faint glimmer of a smile has faded. Still she remains dumbly smiling..