I heard their foot steps walk away and I opened my eyes. I sat up on the cot and waited. I waited for what seemed like forever before my new master returned. He was alone and he carried a whip and a leash with him. He unlocked my cell door and walked in, closing it behind him. "Undress," he said sternly. I was so terrified of his whip that I obediantly did as I was told. My heart was racing, and I kept my eyes on the floor. "I can be a nice man, but only if you obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said quietly.

"Get on your knees!" Again I did as I was told. "I am not as forgiving as your past master so I warn you now not to piss me off. If you do the punishment will be harsh. Do you understand?" he asked again.

"Yes Sir, " I said quietly as I tried to hold back my tears. I was truly scared.

He bent down and attatched the leash to my collar. "Come my pet," he said as he opened the cell door and started to walk forward. I quickly got to my feet and started to follow him but within seconds he grabbed my upper left arm and began to whip my ass repeartedly. I whimpered and yelped in pain. I let my tears flow as I begged him to stop. "You are not to stand unless I say you can! Understand?" he yelled angrily as he continued to whip my ass over and over.

"Yes! Yes! Please, stop!" I begged through my tears.

He finally stopped and let me fall to the ground. I layed there crying for what seemed like forever. After a couple minutes my new master said in an irritated tone,"Stop crying pet, and come along!"

I tried my hardest to stop crying and used all my strength to crawl behind him as he walked. It was hard for me to keep up. When we reached the stair case he stopped and said, "You may stand, my pet!" I slowly stood up, even though it hurt immensely. "Would you like me to carry you pet?"

I slowly nodded my head yes. He picked me up bridal style and carried me up the stairs and through the mansion. I burried my head in his chest to escape the stares from the servants in my old master's house. My new master carried me out to his limo and set me down inside.

Once we started moving he took out a small syringe. "Give me your arm pet," he said sternly. I hesitantly held out my arm for him and closed my eyes tightly. I had always feared needles and I desperately wanted to do anything possible to not let him stick it in me, but I knew deep down there was nothing I really could do. He gently stuck the needle through my skin and injected the liquid inside me. I whimpered in pain. "Go to sleep my pet," he said quietly as he kissed my forhead.

He allowed me to lay down on the floor of the limo, and within a few minutes I was in a deep dreamless sleep.