I’m an imaginative girl, but what with teaching and the extra exams I’ve decided to mark I simply haven’t the time to enjoy owning my new slave as much as I should. I must admit that while I’m in the middle of a lesson and I recall his face as I last kicked his balls or made him drink a cup full of my spit I start to giggle and the kids always ask me what I’m laughing at.

It’s good for them to know that their teacher is a bubbly young woman of 26 who enjoys life. Let’s just hope they never find out how I get to enjoy myself, though.

So – no time to plan pleasant pain for my slave, an old college friend who I began blackmailing last winter. I’ve had him pay me a fortune, and I’ve enjoyed hurting him more than I thought I would but I never really had the chance to REALLY fuck him up until I saw the ad in the magazine. Phone sex. Eureka, baby – let’s get a girl who is used to thinking up filth to give him and me ideas.

So I got him to phone up and a girl who calls herself ‘Mistress Bijay’ answered. He explained the situation whilst I watched, curious as to how this next stage would play itself out. I sipped my wine and listened to her answers play on the speaker.

At first I thought she thought it was one of his fantasies until I butted in, “Hey there! Just to let you know everything this arsehole says is the truth. I exist. His situation is all too real. Any ideas would be delightful.” And I smiled merrily at the look of sudden realisation on the slave’s face: this was the next stage and it was going to get a lot more imaginative…