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        'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave'
               Part Twenty of Twenty Four.


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The bolts drew back and the door swung open to reveal
Karin dressed in a red suspender belt, matching red
panties and bra, black silky seamed stockings, shoulder
length black gloves and red stiletto sandals. She was
carrying large bowl of cold porridge.

Karin stood in the doorway and asked, "Have your
manners improved any?"

Donal stiffened instantly, as he looked at Karin. My
God, what a body, she was something else. The
punishment sequence started and Donal looked
questioningly at Karin.

"I forgot to mention, I have a computer upstairs that
has its own ideas about bad manners. Each time you get
an erection it does that to tell you to stop it." Karin
informed Donal, calmly.

Donal protested through the pain, "How am I supposed to
stop it with you looking like that?"

Karin replied, "As I was saying. It is about manners.
If you had the good manners to avert your eyes to the
floor, and crawl over here and ask for your breakfast,
you wouldn't have that problem. Instead you sit there
gawping and ogling like a schoolboy. Never mind, any
second now your balls will be telling you to behave!"

As Karin said that, the device started to torture his
testicles again and Donal curled up on the floor.
Karin's stilettos clicked across the floor as she
strolled casually across the flagstones. She stood,
arms akimbo and legs astride, looking down on Donal.
She watched him start to subside and then upended the
porridge over his head and thence onto the floor.
Turning on her heels, she said as she clicked out
again, "I want an improvement in your manners before we
can move on. If you had begged for your breakfast as I
suggested, you could have had it in the bowl."

The door slammed behind her. Karin knew it would be a
while before he got around to finishing all the cold
porridge, but she would see to it that he did!

Donal went over to the primitive facilities in the
corner, a toilet bowl with a tap in the wall about six
feet above it. To flush the toilet, you turned on the
tap and ran it until enough water passed through, then
turned it off again. To do this you had to stand on the
toilet bowl to reach the tap, getting wet in the
process.

'Obviously designed by a sadist', Donal thought.

He turned on the tap, climbed down and knelt over the
bowl and washed his hair as well as he could with the
freezing cold water. 'Talk about every which way you
lose', he thought, 'I certainly can't win here'.

When he was reasonably well cleaned up, he looked at
the remains of his breakfast, a slimy lump sitting on
the flagstones. He knew he would eventually eat it but
he just couldn't, yet!

Donal had all day to consider his position. The only
positive way he could find to look at the situation was
that it couldn't get much worse. If he had ended up in
prison, the warders would not have looked like Karin.
He'd been stupid to sign that confession, that was for
sure. Maybe he'd try some 'manners' and see where that
got him. It was either that or attempt escape, but if
he didn't make it, he was frightened to think what she
would do to him.
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