"Yes Master."
John was smacked harder this time. "Slave I do not remember asking you another question. Silence is expected. Liz, It's time for him to be taught. Take him to our special room and ready him for me."
John was getting rather worried about the events unfolding before his very eyes. All he'd wanted from the beginning was to get into Amber's panties. He'd never dreamed of becoming a slave to Liz's husband. After all the man was a giant to say the least. At 6'4", 280 Tim was well respected on sight and very scary to a boy who'd only become a man a couple of hours before.
Liz watched the expressions cross John's face. As if seeing the look of dread she ran her hands through his hair. Just as he began to feel relieved Liz pulled his head back so he was looking up into her face. "John, my dear little slave, you will learn a great many things here today. All you have to do is relax and trust me. Do you trust me?" John had known Liz his entire life. Of the few people his mother knew, Liz was her most trusted and closest friend.
"Yes Master." Liz pulled a little harder on his head. "I'm to be called Mistress. Now I want you on all fours and following me."
Tim had left the room a few moments before. John was still rather worried about Tim. For all the time John had known Liz he'd hardly ever been around Tim. Liz he knew he could trust, but Tim, he was unsure of. Liz instructed Amber to follow John close and if he was to get out of line he was to be bitten on the bottom. John thought it was rather a funny thing for her to be doing. So he purposely slowed down only to be bitten rather hard on his rump.
"Ouch! I don't think she wants blood drawn." As the words pass through John's mouth he quickly learned not to do it again. Liz turns on John. "Did I say you could talk. What a bad BAD SLAVE!" As she says the words she circles John. "I will not stand for a disobedient slave in my presence. I think we will have to start with the straps." Liz was laughing as she said the last part.
John was becoming even more scared of the whole situation. Crawling around naked was one thing but straps. What the hell was she going to do with those? John worried to himself as he crawled to the special room. As the door to the room opened Johns eyes opened wide in surprise. The room was painted black with pictures of people doing many sex acts painted in red and white. It took John a few minutes to realize what the pictures were. In that amount of time Liz was able to tie John to a table in the middle of the room. He was lying face down on the table and Liz was strapping his ankles apart.
