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former owner, I was a little surprised at her tone. She sounded offended that I would dare ask her for information on her former slave—that it was her place to ask the questions. She said that since he was in her service for such a short time that she really didn’t feel like his actual owner. (???) She said that she would answer any questions that I had, but to be fair, she would not offer up any information. I remember she signed the letter “Mia.” No ending salutation. Just “Mia.”
    What a bitch. But seriously, what had I expected?
    So I wrote back thanking her for her time and asking for her pardon on questions about her slave. I told her that I just wanted to know one thing: did she own Sam for two years in Florida?
    The answer I got back was… “I cannot confirm or deny that Sam was in m y service for two years, but I will say that I have never lived in Florida and that Sam has an active imagination.”
    REALLY? What a little twat!
    So I texted Sam: Hey, bitch, I would like to talk to you in five minutes.
    I got a message back. Yes, Goddess. My ass is so happy right now. I have been edging for an hour. I want to cum so badly.
    So I told him to send a picture of his nasty ass with his hole plugged.
    Ding! And there it was, the picture of him with his legs up over his head and his plugged ass gleaming in the flash of the camera, just as he answered my call.
    “Hello, slut. ”
    “Hello, Goddess.”
    “So, slut,” I softly spoke, “ I’ve been discussing your service with Mia, your formal owner. We’ve been having quite an interesting talk.”
    “Oh really, Goddess?” He moaned in pleasure.
    “Yes, slut. Sounds like you’re in need of a release.” I bided my time. I wanted to make this moment perfect.
    “Oh yes, yes, I am. I want to cum so badly. Did you see the picture I sent you of my plugged ass?” he asked.
    “Yes, I did, slut. But let’s talk about your lies first.” I snapped.
    “What do you mean, Goddess?” He sounded suddenly deflated and not quite so turned on anymore. (Giggle.) He knew what I was going to say before I had to say it, but he was too far down the rabbit hole to come clean. He needed to be found out.
    “You mean you don’t know?” I toyed.
    “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He spewed more lies.
    “I’m going to give you a chance here, slut. Tell me what it is I know and maybe I will still consider seei ng you.” I know… What?
    “Yes, Goddess. I was never owned by anyone. It was all a lie. A fantasy that I had.” He whimpered.
    “Still want that release so badly?” I mocked.
    “No, I’m not very in the mood anymore. This couldn’t have happened at a more awkward ti me.”
    I thought what he meant by that was having his legs in the air with his ass all full and clicking pictures of himself. But who knows? Maybe he was just referring to general misfortune.
    “How’s that clit of yours now, loser?” I couldn’t help but rub it some more in his face.
    “Very soft, Goddess, and small.” Sam’s voice was getting smaller as well. “I’m sorry.”
    “Why did you lie to me?” I demanded.
    I heard him shift uncomfortably on the other end of the phone. I might have even heard the pop of the plug. (Gross.) I wanted to hear about why he needed all of the elaborate scheming. He must have asked this woman Mia to lie for him.
    Another email came in from Mia right then. “Sam is a good guy. A bit stupid at times, but he means well. I can’t recommend him as a sub for you, but I can say he is harmless. He said he just really liked you and wanted to impress you. He is foolish, but that’s it. He only served me in a couple of sessions, but we remain friends. If you are looking for some really good subs, I do know a few that I could recommend to you. Let me know. Warmly, Mia.”
    Ha! “Warmly.” I was happy with that change in tone from her. Now back to the loser at hand.
    “What do you have to say for yourself, loser?” I snarled.
    “Not too