Steven? Is that you? I’m in the bathroom. Your package came, they said they were early. I signed for it.
Ah, it’s not what you think Betsy.
I think it’s sweet that you got another blonde with big tits. Just like me. That’s sweet. You want to know what else came in the mail? Remember that class I took back in July? Well, my final grades came back and I qualify as a “Mistress” now. I registered as one as soon as I had the final grade codes. Aren’t you proud of me? Oh, that’s right, you didn’t know about that class. Want to know one of the things they taught us? Slave transfer laws. Did you know that if a slave is delivered, ownership goes to a “qualified member of the household sighing for the slave, unless otherwise noted on the delivery papers.” Guess who is a qualified member of the household now? I hope you didn’t pay to much for my snuff toy…”
Your snuff toy?
Yes, dear, I’ve knocked her out with that chloroform you thought I didn’t know about and I’m tying her up in the bath tub. I’m going to slowly fill the tub up with cold water, until the bitch drowns. Then I’m going out for drinks and maybe a call to my lawyer, unless you can tell me why I shouldn’t
I bought her for you, as a graduation present. I told you it wasn’t what you thought. I noticed what class you were taking when I looked at the credit card bill. Granted I had to go on the school’s website to find out what the code meant, but, yes I’m proud of you dear.
Ah, that’s sweet. Thank you Steven. Want to watch her drown?