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Rebecca is bawling into my muscular shoulder now, “I am sorry Master… Please don’t be mad at me. You are the most important man in my life. I was confused. I will work avidly to see more clearly.”

I think true men are code wired to avoid making their women cry. Rebecca Bale, is more like my consort. Kate and Sarah are who I am blessing with my last name. The same principle applies though as Rebecca seemingly has undergone a massive shift in her priorities.

Rebecca already considers herself a **** to my black cock after one morning. For me, that is far from unheard of with white women. However, normally they have a little more self-respect than that.

“Listen carefully Rebecca” I use her Christian name simply to stick this moment in her mind, “I am only going to say this once. Normally I avoid saying this at all but you are Sarah’s mother and the Royal Proctor.

“Find some self respect fast… talk to a mirror, or whatever it is you have to do. I will treat you exactly how you see yourself. If you see yourself as a worthless piece of cracker trash, then that is how I will treat you. Naturally my point is that the opposite is true too.

“Do you understand Rebecca?”

I am surprised with how long Rebecca takes to respond. She seems to be lost in thought for a moment but snaps her attention back and kisses me worshipfully.

“I understand Master, thank you for explaining. You are harsh but just. I want to be priceless, so I will do what you suggest to change that.”

I wonder if my words will inspire Rebecca to get rebellious again but somehow I doubt it. She already hooked on my alpha male flesh and love for her daughter.