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The Lady (I suspect) is slowly relaxing in a prone position, perhaps due to a fear of the unknown. Her caresses slow and there is the familiar ringing of sharp little bites in the flesh. Something stirring beneath the steel at the base of the steel, its heat undulating from the gut to the skull. Just as I am about to reach for it, I feel a brace come around my neck. Again, I am startled and my breathing is changed. I breathe lightly and slowly, knowing that the next few seconds will not be traumatic. The steel whips around me a fraction of a second before I feel the familiar ringing of the emergency brake. I squeeze hard against the plastic with all my might, feeling so enormously vulnerable in this silent, fixed place. A final gasp and a slip of the hand reduces the pressure to a casual tickle on my neck. I am not so much frightened, in fact, I am aching with longing for release. I must slow down, I am doing this too much. I shudder violently. The car finally settles into place. Dislocating down between my buttocks, I roll myself over onto my side, my back against the wall, my head resting on my arms as my breasts press up in the air, my nipples and clit visible to the eye. The left hand applies a light, reassuring squeeze to my other hip, the right hand rests on my inner thigh, just below the knee.

I lay there, my eyes open, breathing deeply, until finally the light blanks. The sudden sting of the wire brushes across my lips and ripples through my mouth. A small whimper escapes my lips, but because I am focused, my eyes do not return to the road. My Master moves close to me. Glancing into my eyes, he sees that I am still trying to get down on my hands and knees, and he makes a move to remove the restraints, to which I oblige. He turns to me and says in a strong, commanding voice, "You may kneel, my pet." I rise quickly, too late, and slide to my knees. "What was that?" my Master asks gruffly from the shadows outside. "I said, you may kneel, my pet." I slowly nod my acquiescence. He reaches down and pulls the left arm of my robe up, then the right. He gently pushes my head down so that it is positioned just below my navel. He fastens the other end of the robe to a nearby hook on the arm of the chair. With a whispered command, he pushes me to the floor. Reluctantly, I reach to press my feet against the smooth surface, but Masters hands move around my legs, blocking my entry. His hands slip beneath my feet and under my skirt, leaving my bare arse, a tormenting presence, pressed hard against my body.

I finally settle my feet on the chair arms, pressing myself up against the surface. The hot, dry clothes move swiftly along my body, disappearing into the warmth of the sun. Faces appear behind me, scaring me, then disappear into the shadows. I am alone for a moment, my Master standing behind me. "You have been very bad, my pet, and now you know what punishment you will receive. Your punishment will be severe, but the reward will be sweet." My Master's voice sounded so dear now, so different to the disobedient child it was before. The harshness of his words made my blood plummet again. But then, as always, the subtle, protected word painted a picture that was stark in stark contrast to the defiant thrust of my own thought. "You will say nothing, do nothing, when I see you behave badly, my pet. You will endure all of your punishment with grace, and not with words. You will be punished." "Yes Master." I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears. I wouldn't, I thought. I wouldn't ever disobey him. I couldn't. I'd never want to..

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