Epilogue
“...I still say you should've just shot him in the head,” Master Patsy scrutinized, looking down at Jax from where he stood near the bed, The Blonde Slave now kneeling dutifully at his feet with her eyes on the floor.
“Shot him in the head,” Master deplored with a grandiose roll of the eyes. “Where’s the
theater in that?” He continued as he took the few steps to the front door and pushed it open. “Hey,” he barked at one of the guards outside. “Go grab a couple of guys from the perimeter and have em’ come clean all this shit up,” he commanded, pointing with his thumb behind him at the bloody mess of corpses, piss, and cum on the floor.
“Sure thing, Boss,” the guard replied, the sound of his footsteps immediately echoing away as the door was pulled shut.
“Sure, I could’ve just shot the little bitch,” Master continued to Master Patsy as he walked back to the dining table, cupping my cheek lovingly as he passed me by. “But that wouldn’t have the same impact, now would it?” He asked as he sat at the head of the table. “I want people to
shit their pants at the mere
thought of fucking me over. And when word gets out about what we did here tonight? Well—” He paused to shrug with an omniscient chuckle. “Well, I’m pretty damn sure nobody’s gonna be stealing from
me anytime soon.”
“Ah, whatever, T,” Mr. Hollow laughed from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, The Red Slave perched on his lap, her arm wrapping his shoulder. “You ain’t foolin’ no one. You just wanted an excuse to pull some freaky bullshit. Like
always!”
“Ya caught me,” Master grinned, wedging a cigarette between his lips. “But you gotta admit—” he paused to light a match and ignite the end of his stogie, the next words coming out in a line of smoke. “The little rat had it comin’.”
“Amen,” Mr. Hollow concurred with an important nod.
“Any man who steals from their Leader
does deserves to die,” Master Patsy agreed, punctuating his proclamation by crossing his arms with an important sigh. “What they
don’t deserve is a gang bang right
before their execution.”
Master waved away his friend’s censure like a harmless bug. “We all had a good time.”
“Not the point, Tyler,” Master Patsy scolded, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides in an exasperated
thwap.
“I know,” Master acknowledged quite seriously but his austere expression promptly melted back into a childish grin. “But
my way’s funner.”
Master Patsy rolled his eyes with an affectionate smirk. “You’re such a fuckin’ child, T, if you took one damn thing seriously I’d die of fuckin’ shock.”
The three friends burst into a jovial fit of laughter, the loud happy noise bouncing off the walls and cutting through the thickness of what had just happened. It was almost as if all the violence and debauchery had already been forgotten. The small cabal of men had just humiliated and brutalized two new slaves, executed a traitor, pissed and came all over his corpse and now it was time for a quick laugh with the lads before calling it a night. No one was perturbed. Not even me or the other slaves. That’s how things were in our world. Pain and misery were all so common place, those who were bothered by it didn’t last long. Only a certain kind of human prospered in our lands and they certainly weren’t faint of heart.
“Alright, well, on that note I’m gonna head out,” Mr. Hollow announced, bouncing his knee once to signal The Red Slave to stand. “Gotta get me some sort of sleep before the sun comes up.”
“Yeah, me too,” Master Patsy followed. “I gotta get these bitches back to the compound.”
“The blonde one’s a cutie, Pat,” Master pointed out as he watched Master Patsy grab the slave’s leashes off the hooks near the door. “Are ya sure you wanna just pass her off to your boys?”
Master Patsy inhaled slowly through the nose, pensively, as he knelt down to hook The Blonde Slave’s collar. “That’s what I bought her for,” he answered, and yet his voice sounded overly stoic, like he was trying to convince himself of something.
“So?” Master pushed between puffs of his cigarette. “She seems to like you.”
“Lord knows that’s fuckin’ rare,” interjected Mr. Hollow from where he was standing near Jax’s corpse, hands patiently secured in his front pockets. “How many of your personal slaves have offed themselves again, Patsy? Three? four?”
“Shut the fuck up, Darrius,” Master Patsy grinned before turning his attention to The Red Slave, his expression hardening into something more imposing and stern. “Come on, get over here,” he snapped, holding her leash ready to clip. “We got a long ride back.” He then spoke to Mr. Hollow again, his expression and tone shape-shifting yet again into something more amicable and mild. “You want a ride up the hill, D? I got the wagon.”
“Why you think I’m still standin’ here?” Mr. Hollow asked with a debonair grin.
“Yeah, I should’ve known you lazy fuck, let’s go,” Master Patsy grinned in turn, handing The Red Slave’s leash off to Mr. Hollow while keeping The Blonde Slave’s leash for himself. “Alright, T,” he said as he pushed the front door open, The Blonde Slave crawling at his heels. “I’ll be seein’ ya.”
“Not if I see you first,” Master smirked as he snubbed out his cigarette. “Get home safe though, huh,” he followed up. “You too, Darrius, you fat fuck.”
Mr. Hollow flipped him the bird. “Eat a dick, Ty,” he joked as he followed Master Patsy out, The Red Slave crawling a few inches in front of him as he went along.
“Sayonara!” Master called after his friends just as the door swung shut. “Holy shit what a night!” He cried, making an exaggerated display of leaning back in his chair and rolling his head back on his neck until his eyes met the ceiling.
I immediately sprang into action, taking quick strides to close the small space between us before placing my hands to Master’s shoulders and bending down to kiss his forehead. “Are you hungry, Master?” I asked softly.
“I’m fuckin’ starvin,” he confirmed, his gaze swimming in mine as I stared down at him so lovingly, all the true affection I felt for him shining through my eyes, smooth and mild, like two gentle moon beams.
“What would you like?” I asked, my hand coming up to smooth some hair from his brow.
“We got any of that rabbit left?” He asked with a hard swallow, his eyes fluttering shut as I took to running my nails over his scalp.
“Master,” I smiled fondly, my tone suggesting that he should already know the answer to that question. “We
always have rabbit.”
He smiled in return with an amused snort. “Rabbit it is then,” he agreed, his eyes still closed in a peaceful content as I continued to stroke his hair.
“You hungry at all, Babydoll?” He inquired, his eyes opening into lethargic slits as he asked.
I nodded. “I haven’t eaten since lunchtime,” I reported.
“Go ahead and make yourself some too, then, Sweet Pea but c’mere,” he commanded, his eyes fully opening as he pushed himself upright in his chair, simultaneously turning at the waist as I came to stand at his side. “Let’s take these off,” he suggested, positioning his hands at the clamps on my tits. “Ready?” He asked capturing my eye in a moment of confirmation. “ Alright, now, one; two; three—” and at that he took both clamps off in one quick motion.
Two equally impressive slices of pain shot through my nipples, zooming down my spine until my whole body tensed with a beautiful shudder. I cringed through that all-encompassing pinch, the anguish flaring and receding rapidly in continuous waves, but all I uttered was a simple and nasally, “aaaow” to express that expansive agony.
“There ya go,” Master cooed, his large hands hooking my ribcage, his thumbs pressing into my nipples and making deep circles to massage the miserable ache into tingling pleasure.
I moaned my approval, sighing with a huff as the throb in my pussy that had finally simmered down immediately revved back to full throttle. His touch sent pure fire through my veins, every lick of flame reminding me of exactly what I was: holes to be fucked, his holes to be fucked.
“Will you play with my pussy, now, Master?” I pleaded in a desperate murmur, feeling my arousal spread through me like ink, staining every inch of me until nothing else existed except my aching lust.
“Filthy slut,” he grinned, leaning forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth and suck greedily on the excitable flesh.
I yelped from the sensational pressure, so relieved to feel that hot soaking bliss consume my delightfully sore nipple. “Yes, Master,” I shivered, moaning anew as he took to sucking on my other breast.
“Your slut.”
He chuckled his approval around a nipple caught between his teeth. “Go make us dinner, Babydoll.” He segued before engulfing my nipple for another wet sloppy kiss. “Maybe after we eat I’ll see about letting you cum,” he decreed, lips hovering over my chest as he switched nipples again.
The moan that slipped past my lips softened into a groan of disappointment. “But I thought I was good tonight, Master.” My expression then melted into a small pout as I glanced at him through my lashes. “Wasn’t I?” I asked quietly.
“You were,” he answered simply, giving each of my nipples one last lick before reaching around to slap his open palm against my bare ass to grab a handful of flesh. “But I’m not gonna negotiate with you about it,” he finalized, jostling my voluptuous ass in his hand. “You’ll make us dinner and after we eat, if I feel like it,
maybe, I’ll make you cum. Now say
‘yes master’ and get cookin’.”
“Yes, Master,” I capitulated at once, stuffing my disappointment down to fester in my chest before turning on the spot to do as I was told…
…My pussy was still throbbing as I cooked our meal, naked as can be, every one of my nerves aching for a release Master just refused to grant me. I could scarcely focus on my simple task of chopping and measuring; I was too ensnared by my relentless, aching
hunger. I was so lost in it, in fact, that I barely noticed when two of Master’s guards came in from outside to carry Jax’s corpse away. I was far too distracted.
The weight of my submission settled over me as I cooked, seeping into every passing moment. It was a humbling thing, to feel such aching need yet have absolutely no authority over your own relief. Each pulse between my thighs stood as a stark reminder of my place, underscoring the quiet subjugation that defined every second of my life. I had no choices. I could only endure the slow burn of my own desire, swallowing it down and carrying on. All I could do was hope that after dinner Master might show mercy and grant me the release I so ultimately craved.
Eventually the men from the perimeter came to mop up all the various sins that were staining the floor but Master and I paid them no mind for as they came and went. we were otherwise occupied eating our meal of salted rabbit and bread with salo and herbs…
…Master always ate first. While he ate I would kneel at his feet, my body pressed up close so I could rest my ear to his thigh, my gaze angled up at him with so much admiration and affection—he ate like an absolute animal though, shoveling the food down like he thought it would be stolen from him at any given moment. So, it never really bothered me, having to wait my turn to eat, no matter how hungry I was, because it was usually only about a five to ten minute delay on any given occasion.
Me eating on the other hand, now
that was a more time-consuming affair…
…After Master was done, he would always feed me by hand. He’d take small bits of food and offer them down to me. I’d eagerly eat from his hand, nibbling my dinner from his fingers. Sometimes he’d make me perform tasks to earn my supper: ‘rub your nipples like a good slut while I feed you the turnip’; ‘slap your pussy harder and I’ll give you a bite of my lamb’; ‘finger your asshole like you mean it and
maybe you can have dessert…’
Tonight he simply fed me, making idle conversation about the events just passed…
“...Patsy was really on one about you, tonight,” he was saying as he prepared a piece of bread and a thin slice of salo with arugula to hand down to me.
I rolled my eyes with a smirk. “When isn’t he?” I asked before swallowing my previous bite of shredded rabbit meat.
Master chuckled in turn but his expression grew partially grim. “One of these days he’s
really gonna piss me off about it. I know it,” he confessed, offering me the piece of bread with salo and herbs. “Dunno what that’ll do to us when I finally snap.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” I murmured before taking the piece of bread into my mouth. “I suppose you could try talking to him about it?” I suggested meekly as I chewed.
Master snorted. “Talking is useless with Patsy. He wouldn’t understand. He doesn’t
wanna understand,” he corrected before collecting another helping of rabbit for me to eat.
“I don’t get why he’s so fixated on me,” I commented before swallowing the morsel of bread with a firm swallow.
“Because he wants you,” Master explained with an irritable snort. “And Patsy
hates being refused. He’s accustomed to manipulating everyone around him to get exactly what he wants, so, he can’t stand the fact I haven’t caved about you after all these years.” Master then paused with a mischievous grin. “He calls
me childish but he’s the fuckin’ child. He throws a goddamn temper tantrum whenever he doesn’t get his goddamn way.”
I smiled in turn as I received my next bite. “He really does!” I agreed, amusement high in my eyes and validation heavy in my tone.
Master nodded, collecting the last bit of bread and salo with herbs. “Not like you, though, Babydoll.
You’ve got
humility. And
discipline. Like, tell me, Baby, how badly did you wanna cum for me tonight, hmmm?”
“Sooo badly, Master,” I groaned, consciously suppressing the ray of hope that ignited inside me at the mere mention of me and cumming in the same sentence. Master still hadn’t promised me release yet, so, I kept my expectations in check. “I was almost worried I’d cum without your permission,” I confessed to emphasize exactly how badly I had wanted to cum if only to inspire a flame of sympathy that could potentially smoulder into a fire of acquiesence.
“Oh, c’mon! That hasn’t happened in years,” Master dismissed at once as he handed me the final bite of my dinner.
“I know but—” I trailed off with a puppy-dog pout, taking Master’s final offering between my lips and speaking while I chewed. “I just wanted it really
really badly.” My pout deepened into a proper frown. “That’s all.”
“Aw, Babydoll!” Master cried, affection and guilt taking his expression as he pushed the empty plate away while simultaneously pushing his chair back. “C’mere,” he ordered, patting the cleared space in front of him on the table. “Daddy feels like dessert,” he conceded with a wink.
The smile that took my face rose like the morning sun after a long stormy night, pure happiness lighting up all my features. “Thank you, Master! Thank you; thank you; thank you!” I chanted as I pushed myself up to my feet and hopped up on the table in a hurry. I sat perched on the edge, leaning back ever so slightly so I could brace myself with my arms and bring my legs up and open, stretching them wide like a set of butterfly wings.
“You know damn well I wasn’t gonna let you go without,” Master revealed with a coy grin, his hands splaying out on either one of my inner thighs, strong hands pinning me properly in place to assert his control.
Warm breath further excited my hot wet slit as his mouth drew nearer, my whole body trembling on the edge of the table, everything quivering so intensely from the long hours of relentless teasing. My swollen pussy dripped with the release I’d been so cruelly denied for hours, every one of my nerves screaming out for mercy as Master’s tongue finally darted out and made contact, tracing my swollen folds and carving a path through my abundant wetness with a deliberate yet tantalizing slowness.
“Mmm, Master,” I sighed, my head craning back on my neck, spine arching dramatically to thrust my bare tits out as I was gripped by a spike of pleasure so perfect it rippled through my core like a rising tide, sending wave after wave of lovely shivers to chassé up and down my spine.
Master smiled into my cunt, sinking his tongue ever deeper inside me, claiming his territory, until my entire pussy was pressed to his mouth and he was able to draw strict pressure. My salty nectar quickly coated his lips as he lapped at my inner walls, humming his approval and sending the most delectable vibrations to further disorient my dripping flesh.
“Oh, fuck, M-Master, thank you,” I whimpered, overwhelmed by the magnificent pleasure as Master alternated between sucking my pussy and plunging his tongue deep inside my quivering hole, mimicing the havoc he often pounded into me with his cock.
“Feel that? Your little cunt is
begging me for it,” Master observed between hot plunges into my sodden seam.
“Yes, Master, I—” my trembling voice trailed off as I swallowed hard. “I wanna cum so bad!”
“That’s a good little fuck-hole,” Master purred as he moved his worship up to my clit, taking my swollen bud into his mouth to suck me tenderly while simultaneously slipping two fingers deep inside my cunt, all the way to the last knuckle.
“Oh, my god, Master, fuck!” I moaned as he filled me up, my juices now flowing freely down his hand and smearing his chin.
He began thrusting his fingers nice and slow while alternating between sucking my clit and flicking it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue. Every muscle in my core clenched under Master’s attention, my whole body chasing the orgasm he had been withholding from me all night long. My arousal flared with ferocious heat, boiling my blood, encouraging me to move my hips forward in a desperate roll. I began humping Master’s mouth with reckless abandon, hips moving like grass under flood water, just riding the waves of my own indignity, a smile on my face and a torch of glory burning in my heart.
“Nuh-uh,” Master murmured simply, his powerful hands coming up to lock my undignified hips in place, holding me captive under his strict command. “Stay still.”
A protest burst from my chest but I stilled my hips at once, allowing Master complete control over my pleasure. He then latched onto my pulsing clit, grazing it with his teeth, battering it with broad swipes of his tongue that drove me ever deeper into madness. That familiar torturous heat built-up in my core so quickly, that addictive fire that gave my life purpose. Master’s fingers continued to dig into my flesh, hard enough to leave his mark, his strong grip anchoring me so I couldn't break free while his hot mouth pleasured me beyond limitation, pushing me straight to the razor sharp edge of absolute oblivion.
“Master! Oh, Master,
fuck! I’m so close!” I cried, writhing my passion as Master feasted on me without mercy, his hot tongue swirling around my entrance before plunging back in to stroke my inner walls, the man audibly savoring every twitch of my frantic cunt with resonant groans that echoed from deep in his chest.
“Mmm, Master, can my slutty little hole cum now?
Please!?” I cried, my very toes curling as I felt my orgasm fully mature in my lower belly.
“Already?” Master asked with a self-satisfied smirk, taking to drawing succulent circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I nodded frantically with a fresh gasp, the intake of air so swift and sharp it stung my already-too-dry throat. “Yes, Master!” I groaned. “Please, c-can I cum?!”
Master chuckled his derision. “Not yet,” he rebuffed with an amused grin before he began wriggling his tongue at the underside of my clit and finger fucking me nice and deep. “You need a bit more
pleasure first,” he decided for the both of us.
I groaned in dismay. “Y-yes, Master,” I stammered with a whimper, disappointment mixed with desperation as the heat spanning out from my cunt blanketed all thought in the thickest fog of forever-heightening sensation. The full power of Master’s fingers slipping in and out of my cunt consumed me,
devoured me, the wondrous pleasure driving me straight to the moon and stars and everything in between. I was smitten by every touch. Even the light feeling of Master’s hair brushing against my inner thighs was sending me ever closer to nirvana.
“Fuck, I need to cum so bad!” I whined after only a few more seconds, my thighs trembling under Master’s unrelenting grip.
“Shhhh, I know what you need,” Master reminded me simply. “You’re almost ready.”
“Master,
please!” I begged, body shaking with the supreme effort it took to obey.
“Hold it,” he ordered sharply, and I did,
barely, my whole world narrowing to the slick friction and pounding ache between my thighs.
Master never pulled back, relentlessly teasing my eager hole, leaving me hovering, my clit pulsing wildly, every fiber of my being begging for the orgasm he kept just out of reach. To me it seemed like the torment stretched on forever, Master’s control so absolute that I began to wonder just how much longer I could actually withstand this excruciating bliss.
The pressure inside me coiled tighter as the minutes passed, like a scorching knot that was far past ready to unwind. Master’s tongue assaulted my clit with ruthless precision. He licked me in fast, firm circles, the slick sound of his fingers fucking my pussy ringing out like distant sopping songs. All my nerves misfired like unstable wires, my body trembling with every shameful quiver of pleasure Master finger-fucked or licked into my drenched slit. I was close,
too close, my orgasm snarling in my lower belly like an untamable beast ready to pounce.
“Fuck, I can't hold it! It's ripping me apart!” I thought. “Master please!” I shrieked out loud.
“I said hold it, Sadie.”
It felt impossible! The pleasure was too overwhelming, building to a fever pitch, my muscles locking up as I fought that tidal wave of bliss threatening to crash down and drown me out. My clit was throbbing so hard, it was like it had acquired a heart beat of it’s very own, my tight dripping hole clenching and unclenching around Master’s fingers in a spastic dance of need and submission. My whole body demanded I cum right then and there. Desperation flooded every inch of me, my vision darkening at the edges, my breaths coming in ragged shallow gasps as I teetered on the very brink of disobeying him completely.
I bit my lip until I tasted copper, begging relentlessly in my head:
“Please, let me cum, I can't take it, I'll break if I don't cum right this second! Please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum!”
I fought with everything I had to maintain my obedience, thighs quivering, core clenching, everything inside me, both body and soul, locked in this brutal battle I was waging against ecstasy. The room was spinning in harrowing circles, my long desperate moans turning into choking sobs as the ache in my pussy grew all too sharp and insistent.
My pleading eyes angled down at Master but I already found him looking up at me. His dark gaze bored into my soul, that loving control etched all over his face. He knew he owned this moment just as much as he owned my shattering body. He’d edged me raw this night, exposed my holes, made my clit so sensitive that each pass of his tongue felt like a new lick of fire rushing through my veins.
Suddenly, Master’s eyes flashed with hunger, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “Go ahead and cum for me, Babydoll,” he growled, his permission hitting me like a punch to the gut, so sudden and commanding.
The dam broke instantly, my orgasm ripping through me like a catastrophic flood. “Fuck! Thank you Master!” I roared, voice breaking out in a wild scream as my whole body convulsed for
him.
My desire squirted out from my pussy in messy spurts, gushing so hot and wet all over Master’s hand, chin, and lips. He didn’t stop, though, he milked every last pulse from my quivering hole, his tongue grinding into my clit to encourage my screams of passion.
“'That's it, Babydoll, give in to it,” Master murmured before diving back in for a final serving of cunt, owning my complete surrender.
“Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you, Master,” I chanted in a breathless loop, until the strong tremors of my intense orgasm calmed into languid shivers that soothed away my raging fever.
And as the final tendrils of my climax faded, a soaked mess shining between my spread thighs, I collapsed forward, slouching on the table to catch my breath. Master’s tongue finally eased off my clit, his chin slick with my cum as he withdrew his long fingers from my cunt only to bring them up to my mouth and smear them across my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority, that deep timbre sending fresh shivers down my spine to fizzle in my tired pussy.
I obeyed instantly, tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean, the metallic tang of my own release flooding my senses and making my cheeks burn with satisfaction and heat. I loved how he made me degrade myself for him, how every filthy act cemented his ownership over my body and soul—it was almost a disappointment when he slipped his fingers from my mouth and wiped his own chin clean with the back of his hand.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, not just from my brutal climax but from the overwhelming devotion that was pulsing deep inside me. I looked at Master, his strong frame so solid before me, bare muscles flexing under his vest as he watched me watch him, that overly possessive gleam glittering in his boyish eyes.
God, I worshiped that man. I worshiped the way he controlled me, how he owned me, how he turned my pleasure into a weapon against me. Without his hands on me, without his iron grip denying or granting me whatever he saw fit, I'd be nothing but a hollow shell, drifting through a life without fire. He's the one who ignites me, who pushes me to the edge until I'm begging,
dripping, ready to shatter at nothing more than his simple word.
“Master,” I whispered heavily, my voice hoarse with affection as I slipped from the table and came to straddle his lap, arms coming up to wrap his shoulders and bury my face in the crook of his neck.
One of Master’s hands found the back of my hair to stroke me lovingly, the other coming around to wrap my waist and hold me near. “You came so hard for me, Baby,” he turned to kiss the side of my head. “You’re a good girl,” he praised softly.
Gratitude swelled in my chest, hot and fierce.
I felt so fucking lucky to be his! To have this ruthless unyielding control and love shaping every corner of my life. Before him, I was just existing, an incomplete soul with no pride or purpose. Ever since I met Master, I’m alive. Every aspect of his ownership built me up, allowing my spirits to soar higher and bolder than I had ever thought possible.
…Obedience to my master is my only salvation…
…Master is my whole world, he’s the only thing that gives my life purpose. He turns empty days into a blaze of submission and ecstasy. Some people (even in our time) say that slavery is cruel, but Master is truly kind in his cruelty. He treats me with kindness that borders on worship, feeding my soul as much as he torments my body. Without him, I'd be adrift, a shadow chasing meaning in the dark. But he claimed me, made me his, broke me open, and filled every void with his dominance and love…
…Master’s strong hand rested at the back of my neck, not forceful, but firm enough to remind me of where I belonged. And I leaned into his dominance,
willingly, craving the weight of his control, craving the way it steadied the restless edges of the harsh world we lived in.
Whatever this was, love, dependence, something tangled in between, it had rooted itself far too deeply for either one of us to question it.
And as I pulled back to gaze upon my master he didn’t hesitate, he moved forward, closing the distance between us until our lips met, sealing everything we were, beastly and tender, in a single, breathless kiss.
—end
THANK YOU FOR READING
I’d like to thank you for reading my little story and taking the time to give me some feedback 
especially feedback as encouraging as this!!!
so thank you
I’m glad it translated that way. 
Or any o the slaves)
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Thanks for the three stars 
agree 
I was re-reading the piece a few weeks back and even I was like “damn bitch calm down with all that” 
and I can attest with personal certainty that a girl gets used to the bite 
! Sad for Sadie because of what steadies for her the restless edges of the harsh world they live in -- to borrow a phrase from the finale.
thank u so much bestie 
I suuuuper appreciate the kind gesture ^.^ especially if you dole them out sparingly 