He turned his head back to Beverly and lowered his face to her shoes.He turned his head back to Beverly and lowered his face to her shoes. He began kissing them, oblivious to the shame, and begging her to please never make him go through a night like that again. It would surely kill him. He cried on her shoes and begged and stuttered his undying devotion to her as he begged her never to do that to him again. He was so pitiful that even Linda had to chuckle a little. Carol and Marie continued looking at his ass in wonder as they saw the welts rising up from the countless mosquito bites. They had feasted on him, all right, and the itching was going to be a continuing torment and reminder to him for many days. "Oooh, you poor thing..." Beverly cooed. "That must have been awful! I hated having to do that to you Tommy, but I had to make sure you would be obedient today. I certainly hope I never have to put you through that ordeal again, but that's entirely up to you. Will you be a good boy and obey everything I command?" "Oh, yes Mistress Beverly. Anything... I promise!" "Well that's certainly the right attitude, and a good start for what's ahead." She motioned to the other women to seat themselves on the fallen tree and a few large rocks as she turned her attention back to Tommy, who was still groveling at her feet and stuttering out his promises to her. "Tommy, I think you realize by now that you are no longer a free man. You are completely at the mercy of my whim, and the desires of these fine ladies here. Wouldn't you agree?" "Oh yes, Mistress Beverly! I agree!" There were a few snickers from the group as he blurted that out. "That makes you my slave Tommy. Do you realize that? You are now my slave, my property. I can do whatever I want to you, for no other reason than my own enjoyment. |