"Um, g-good morning, master," she said. She hiccupped and wailed, "What else? I don't recall anything, God; please don't torment me any more."

""Good morning, your highness. I am your obedient cunt slave."

"Good morning to you, your highness. I am your slave…" Her normal speaking volume had dropped to a whisper.

"I'm sorry, cunt, but I can't hear you. Say it again. Louder. If I can't hear what you're saying, I'll have to lash you once again."

"Oh, no! Please don't do that!" She gave a resounding sneeze before continuing, "Good morning to you, your highness. I am your c-cunt slave, master." The very act of uttering the phrase...