Please do not strike me further, master! Please be merciful to your slave!" Then, again, as she screamed, and cried, and writhed before him, he put the leather upon her.
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"Know yourself owned," he snarled.
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"Yes, master, yes, master!" she wept.
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She was now a beaten slave.
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She had no doubts now that she was owned.
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She had been beaten by her master.
I am a slave, your slave.
Please do not strike me further, master! Please be merciful to your slave!" Then, again, as she screamed, and cried, and writhed before him, he put the leather upon her.
"Know yourself owned," he snarled.
"Yes, master, yes, master!" she wept.
She was now a beaten slave.
She had no doubts now that she was owned.
She had been beaten by her master.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )