The House of Lesslie Part 2

And allowed that tangled mess of flesh to collapse in shame and pride, a thick, white puddle of cum in front of him.

I switched off the phone. I put my arms around the crying and sobbing man in front of me. I told him that I had given him freedom. Freedom in all the slavery that would follow. He thanked me. After all that, he thanked me.

I felt proud.

It was shaping up to be a good morning.

VIII.

I forced myself out of bed, several weeks later, here and now.

Oh, yes. I had been a good morning, that one. And the one after that, because with each new day, the perversion of Caroline had grown, until she was now with me, changed and transformed, that wonderful wicked thing that she had become.

That I had made.

I pulled at the chain that connected to her collar.

The pain from the spikes digging into her neck and throat made her wake up. She crawled up from her place at the end of the bed, where she had curled up throughout the night and kissed me with a low purr.

"Today is going to be a good day," I told her.

"I am looking forward to it, Mistress."

As did I.