I walked in carrying a covered tray. Setting the tray down I walked back into the hall for a chair then closed the door. Once I retrieved the writing assignments I sat down and pulled the cover off of the tray and then sat to review the work that you’d done. On the tray was a folder of photographs of you, several showed you entering the building that Mistress Stephanie had her dungeon in. Several showed you and her in the middle of sessions and there was an invoice of Mistress Stephanie’s purchases from Cobalt Drake, and a written account signed by both her and me regarding a special arrangement.
Once I had finished reading the assignments I spoke again.
“So slave cunt,” I started conversationally, “your general knowledge of BDSM and other important fields is acceptable. Did you think that I would not find out all your dirt secrets before kidnaping you? Your lies and defiance in lying is going to cost you, when we are done here you will write five thousand times the following sentences “ slave cunt will never again lie to Master. Slave cunt will obey Master’s commands.” Now then slave thus far in your training what haved you leaened?”