I and my slutty pig had agreed upon a time and a location in the backstreets of central London. When I walked up to my sub I was greeted with a cheeky grin and a bunch flowers. He was clearly nervous though and he couldn't stop staring at me.  'Eyes down, don't you dare look at me!' I said. I made him kneel on the wet concrete and he began counting out the cash, note by note. The silly fucker kept dropping the notes on the floor. So, I slapped him each time he did it.  ...