By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 30 - Score: 0/10

"Ingrid, Tracey can't suck cock to save her life."

I felt a sudden tightening of my stomach. Mike remained on his back in bed without even looking at me as he spoke.

"It's not her fault!" I offered, hoping to sooth the angry tone I could hear developing in his voice. "It's not her ..."

"Ingrid, shut up, I know it's your fault. I told you this was your job. On the bedside table by your mat there is a snuff collar. Put it on Tracey please. Then go in to my office and get the key ring."

My whole body went suddenly cold; frozen with a rush of profound dread. Tracey was sobbing loudly by the time I had the collar attached around her neck and begging for Mr. West not to kill her.

"Oh no! Please Mr. West. She didn't ..." I tried to reason with him, but he was unforgiving.

"I want those keys now or neither of the collars come off today and I have to repaint the ceiling of some room around noon. Shut up and do as you are told."

Tracey's sobs became a wail. I rushed from the room and tried to be as fast as I could in search of the keys. I found them, returned to the bedroom, and handed them to Mr. West.