She loved to tie them up and whip them, yes. She loved to watch Robert defile them with his cock and cum all over them. But she also loved to control them, to make them behave like the slaves they were, and all because she ordered them to. She loved power. Today she had Jane on the floor, kneeling with her hands behind her head. "What are you, Jane?" she asked, her voice nonchalant, belying the iron will beneath it. She had just spent the last half hour training Jane in the expected responses and now Jane would be tested. Jane mumbled something and Brenda said sharply, "Speak up, frog. I can't hear you!" Louder this time, with eyes shifting away, Jane said, "I am a worthless cunt, Mistress." "That's right," Brenda nodded, smiling slightly. "And what else are you?" "A piece of ass made for your pleasure and my pain." "Very good." Brenda liked that one. "And what else?" Jane paused. She was trying to remember, and then she did remember, but didn't want to say it aloud. How she hated this woman.
