<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">  “Whenever you’re ready, Madison,” she commented, crossing one leg over the other, Meat’s twine still over her knee. She glanced towards her sub. “Eyes forward, Meat. I want you watching intently as well. If you’re lucky, perhaps you’ll get to have your bottom tanned before I go to work on your balls.”<br/><br/>   With that, she tapped the shaft of her crop against his shaft, a reminder of the silent countdown ticking away to his impending punishment.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Brandon "Meat" Taylor continued to kneel, slurping occasionally at his ballgag, and watching the display of exquisite submission from the others.  He watched as the pretty redhead, Alice, positioned herself between the other male's legs and began to lick and suck his erect member, before being called back by her mistress, Kay.  He watched as the new prospective Mistress, Madison, punished her slave with the cane even as she allowed him to be pleasured.  He watched as the other mistress, Xanyelle, cut the ropes binding her own slave's breasts together with a slim, wickedly sharp knife; for some reason, the sight of the gleaming razored edge sliding along Magpie's bare and unprotected skin was strangely erotic.<br/><br/>His genitals still hurt from the bindings, and his unjustly abused testicles were only now fading from their shade of bright purple as the circulation returned.  It was an effort to remain as still as possible, lest he draw down the wrath of his own Mistress.  No doubt his balls were in for a caning in any event, but with any luck, it would only be the thin bamboo and not the heavy oak.  His shaft, somewhat less sensitive to blunt trauma, still hung heavy and engorged between his legs.