The sexual technique cane still frightened her but she wanted to prove that she submitted to his will.
The cane would reinforce her feelings.
‘Please cane me, Sir.
I’ve been a bad sexual technique girl.
’ Shirley stared at the floor, shaking with fear but secretly welcoming what was about to sexual technique happen.
But was he really going to do it with these others watching.
It would prove her submission even better if she let him humiliate her like this.
Tomoku was standing in the corner now, crying bitterly, and the whipping chair was vacant and waiting for Shirley to take her sexual technique place over it.
‘Take off the sexual technique uniform, girl,’ ordered Saunders.
Shirley undressed, blushing under the intent sexual technique stares of the headmaster and the masked woman.
Saunders gave her twenty strokes and she was made to sexual technique join Tomoku facing the wall.
The headmaster attached leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles and told her that she sexual technique was no better than a slave in the presence of her masters and mistress.
Then the Nickie character arrived and the three were put through a sick-making, debasing ordeal.
All the time Shirley tried to concentrate on what would happen afterwards.
He would take her up to that bedroom.
He would lie her on those silk sheets and he would...
He told her that she would have to come back again.
She sexual technique dreamt all the time of sexual technique him, day sexual technique and night until her next session in the game.
She wrote edited versions of her experience for the odious Mr.
Hunt.
It was the only way she could get back to see Saunders again.
Shirley began to wonder again if the Nickie avatar was real – another player – rather than a pure virtual copy.
Had Helga Petrovski been real too?
On her next visit, the scenario was completely different.
