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157 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 1998

Primaries were on the bottom rung of the rank ladder. […] They were punished more frequently than any other rank, because most Primaries had yet to be completely cleansed of all reluctance or defiance, and some still clung to stubborn traces of individuality and worth.
At this point, I will point out that when you lose the ability to think for yourself, you lessen your ability to cope with even the smallest of changes. This is why Personals were separated from the unpredictable, free-thinking Lessers. It's why we were kept deep inside the mountain fortress, under lock and key, our every waking moment supervised and guarded and scheduled. Because our masters couldn't always be with us, the Personals' Day Room was created as a safe place for us to meet, like a flock of passive sheep, under the watchful eye of one master or another.
I was lost in the Outside, abandoned to a world that made no sense to me and to the unpredictable male and female masters that dwelt in it. I would never be loved or cared for again.
I wished I was dead. I tried to feel nothing, but he left me not even that.
I felt whipped to my soul.
My body was consumed by fire. I was one long convulsing wave of burning agony.
There were many times when I told him 'yes' just so I could feel the reassurance of being pinned across his strong thighs while a seemingly endless explosion of pain rained down across my bottom and thighs as he spanked me. It was a comfort to know he still wanted me enough to bother with punishing me. And I liked it when he held me afterward and kissed the tears from my face.
The whole world seemed to spread out in front of me and for a moment I felt nearly overwhelmed by it. This was freedom. I could now do whatever I wanted without fear of punishment. I would never have to posture myself at anyone's feet ever again. I could go anywhere I wanted. I could go home. I did not smile, or acknowledge any of these realizations with any semblance of happiness. Try though I did, I couldn't remember where home was. Every image I conjured was an image of Judgment, Tane, or the masters. And of all the places that I could go, I wanted to go back to bed most of all. […] No longer my prison, Judgment had become my home.
I was coming to think of my Master as my savior and not my tormenter. […] I could no longer remember a time when I hadn't worn a collar and restraints or welts and bruises constantly upon me. […] He was the air I breathed, his scent filling me as I filled my lungs. When I ate, it was always from his hand. When I drank, he held the cup. What words were spoken, were in his voice; my every moment of pleasure derived from his touch. With all my heart, I knew he was the only reason that I lived.

"Lie still." I froze when his fingers pressed deep enough to test my maidenhood and the discomfort of it had me squealing through gritted teeth. He stopped. "Oh, don't tell me..." And then he laughed softly. "Infant, have you come to me a virgin?"
"You're very good at this game. You hardly missed a cue. Let's play again. Would you like to be fucked before I punish you?" It was the cruellest thing he could ever have done, to make me want him so badly. I shouted, "Oh yes, please, Master! Ooo-o! Please, Master! Oh God, hard please, Master!" He tsked close to my ear. "You keep ad-libbing the answers, though it's not entirely displeasing to me. You have a seductive little bottom. I'd love to get at it again. But I'm sorely tempted to pop that little cherry between your legs and ride you so hard that you feel my pounding all the way up to your throat."
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