Master Warren and his slave Maria were seated in the small guesthouse office. Like everything in the guesthouse it was used primarily for BDSM, and a variety of equipment for office-style scenes was scattered around. For verisimilitude he had a large desk. Subs and slaves whose Masters wanted them to play secretaries got bent over it to be spanked. Warren sat beside him in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Maria knelt on the floor between them. As was Warren’s preference, she knelt while sitting back on her heels, knees only slightly spread, palms up on her thighs. It was just after two—four hours since Lulu had bolted—and he’d barely managed to get himself together in time to do one last training with Maria, who’d been with him for the past week, in time for this meeting with her Master. Warren was petting her head and Maria had shifted to lean into him. Unlike Cheryl, she hadn’t been sent to him for behavior correction. Maria’s problem had been much more interesting.
