I thought Id had my fill of these silly bitch Canadian girls. Once youve had twenty of them dangling form chains begging to do your will it got a bit tiresome. However there was something different about this one. Juanita thought so too. "Please let me have her for my personal slave" she kept on imploring
"No Juanita I wnat her but be nice and i might let you share" Jaunita got down on her knees and loosened my belt pulling down my trousers. She began to run hertongue up and down my foreskin, pulling it back and pushing it back up. She rang her tongue along my cockhead and as usual I sprang ot attention. Juanita had done this for me mny times but this time was like the first. This time i was imagining the cocky candain girl at the end of my pole, her arms restrained by a harness. Her face would be streaked with tears where she had begged and pleaded with me to let her go. Juanitas fingers were now stroking my balls and her accomplished tongue bringing me to a wonderful orgasm. After licking every ounce of cum from my shaft she got up.
"Don't you forget me now hey"
I would not forget Juanita. I would like to see her do her special stuff on this one.

Later that day I went to collect the girl. She looked exhausted. She had not been allowed to wash and i could see the dried cum on her lips from servicing my guards the night before. I turned around and she was following me trying to keep up with my very fast pace.
"Come on Bitch keep up" I span round and kick her legs from under her. She squealed "Im trying you bastard I'm .... I cut her words off with a vicious slap that sent her sprawling to her back.
"You refer to me as master from now on. And your new name will be subserviant because that is what you will be."
She struggled to her feet
"Yes Master my name is subserviant and i will be subserviant to you." I smiled she was learning fast. We came to the door that ledto my quarters. I puled it open and pushed her inside. i heard her screams.
"No please master No"
i was not sure what made her scream. It could be any number of things. The rack that was stood in the middle of the room, the rings dangling from the ceiling, the assortment of whips and crops and wicked looking sex toys. Or could it be the sight of Jaunaita, naked and brandishing a thick leather studded dildo?