"Give Rapewhore a bath, Whore. Do not talk to her, do not hurt her, do not comfort her. Just clean her and return her to the room." "Yes daddy. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Her gaze never shifts, she stares straight ahead. Whore 3 had always been a good little slave, easily trained. She had been a fast food worker from San Jose. Perhaps it's because she had no life to speak of that she didn't rally against abandoning it. I keep meaning to explore the possibility more. "I am not to be disturbed until further notice. Go." I walk past the Whore and enter my room. As the door softly clicks behind me, the Whore answers with the standard 'Yes daddy'. Now what is it that I am in the mood for? I want to hurt someone. Not someone, not really. I want to hurt Tracy. I want to fuck her and watch her soul wither away. I know I have to wait until a bit longer before subjecting her to my cock, but it's so tempting. All of a sudden, I realize I can't help myself. I'm going to fuck Tracy too soon, she's just too perfect. No matter what or who I fuck, I'm going to be unsatisfied and get hard the moment I see Tracy again. Despite my exacting standards I hold the staff and slaves to, impulse control has never been one of my strong points. I know what I have to do.
