Master's letter arrives that morning, delivered by a man Francesca has never seen before. He's stocky and blond and has the bemused look of someone given a task he doesn't appreciate but must complete to some strict and mysterious standard.
It must be a new sub, Francesca thinks, knowing how she is never enough for her Master's appetites. But that's just as well -- Master's tastes can sometimes be violent, and he's been known to break a cane on the buttocks of some sturdy and willing male sub. For her, he had other preferences -- he controlled her sexuality, her arousals and her orgasms. He did beat her, occasionally, but not hard. He didn't want to mark her silky skin, he'd say. Of course, he was also unpredictable and there was always a chance he could change his mind. But today, seeing this new sub obediently deliver her Master's post, Francesca is reassured she's still safe, for now at least.
But that feeling disappears once she reads the letter.
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'My love. I've missed you.'
The letter starts in Master's signature tone -- warm, intimate. So easy to trick innocent prey into thinking an encounter with him would be the same, warm and intimate and loving. But Francesca knows better than that. She's been the prey for almost two years now, and any illusions of warmth have long been dispelled. She knows her Master for what he is: passionate but brutal, a true sadist. And although he spares her the physical pain which sadistic dominants often inflict on their subs, his sadism still comes out in other ways. She blushes when she thinks of the hours she spent crawling on the floor of his luxury London house, naked and trembling, or all the nights when she slept in the cage under the bed, afraid a spider would crawl into her hair.
Oh, how she loves a sadist.
Her attention goes back to the letter.
'This evening, you are going to experience something new. I want you to prove your submission to me tonight, in what is going to be the first of several events where I will share you with other men.'
