Mandy had been in a funk for a while...missing home and wishing she could get out for this damn collar that was irritating her neck!

She had been hiding under the stairs after Mastermike had taken her and Dark Girl in to Room 7 and tortured them both. She been frightened by his impatients and had not enjoyed herself, as she would have normally done.

Under normal circumstances being hung from the ceiling and whipped would had very much turned her on. Making her wet after the third or forth stroke and begging to be fucked after the eighth or ninth. Oh, she definitely got wet and most passionately begged for it, but mastermike was so distracted by his thoughts of sweet Caitlin that he hardly heard her passionately pleas and left Mandy both wanting and frustrated.

Well, she’d had enough of moping and diddling herself, she was ready to have some fun! Ready to get well and truly punished for being so shy.

Slinking into the kitchen, Mandy walked over and knelt in front of a very sad Mastermike.

"Mastermike sir," she said, "you can't sit moping all day long. Not when you have so willing a slave to play with. I know you miss Caitlin, but she'll be back in no time. In the mean while, what can I do, sir, to cheer you up?”