<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Loader’s apartment<br/><strong>Outfit:</strong>Black stockings and black lace garter belt. Her hair is in a high pony tail. Her skin is shiny with sweat, her ass is bright red, and there is cum leaking from her pussy and anus.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>“Please forgive your foolish slave, Master,” Jani pleaded, bowing. “She was trained to kiss each part of her master’s body as she exposed it, or covered it with clothing. It will not happen again, Master.”<br/><br/>“Master, this slave begs you to forgive her earlier foolishness and bad behaviour,” Jani said softly, bowing again. “Please punish this cunt until Master feels she has learned her lesson.”<br/><br/>The truth was, however, more complicated. At the moment, Jani was feeling thoroughly humiliated and degraded, though it was not the sex... it was her appearance. Dressed as she was – in clothing absolutely useless but for the purpose of titillating, and with all of her private areas exposed and vulnerable – while covered in a sheen of sweat, she looked like a common fuck slave used for nothing else but men’s pleasures. Though she was a high-end slave, trained to manage households or provide powerful and helpful business advice, here she was reduced to little more than a hole to be fucked with some nice looking flesh around it. The semen dribbling out of both her lower holes, down her thighs, only made it worse. If anyone else could have seen her like that, Jani might have cried.<br/><br/>As it was, she was blushing furiously with the humiliation and degradation, and obediently and keenly serving her Master in the hopes that he would allow her some dignity again.<br/><br/>“Yes, Master,” she said, submissively, bowing yet again. “Master does not have unworthy things in his home. This slave has value because her Master owns her.”<br/><br/>At his request, she fixed him an iced coke, kneeling beside the bath, bowing her head, and offering it to him with both hands as if it were a precious gem. Once he had his drink, she returned to massaging his body with her hands, to clean him.<br/><br/>“Master,” she spoke in a careful, submissive voice. “Your slave begs to know what her daily duties will be for Master. How will Master use his slave? How can she serve him?”