Walking to be picked up I realized I was in a very vulnerable state,better to try to keep a somewhat clear idea of how far I could actuallytake this.V...ry conscious of the high heels, silk swaying hemline and waist cinchingbelt I stood somewhat in the night shadows of a venerable oak thatcommanded the curbside meeting place.Headlights.Powerful hum of the black stallion of a mighty Charger rolling to pick meup.He got out to get the door for me, his strong hand brushed high up mysmooth shaven. She'd almost forgotten how nice it was here with no one else tomake noises or be distracting. As Tim, she used to like being herealone from time to time. As Kim, she couldn't really remember aspecific moment when she had been afforded that luxury. A bit ofsolitude would be a welcomed break from the constant company she had tokeep and the lack of peace that seemed to go right along with it. Kimslowly mounted the stairs taking her time and thinking to herself that ahot bath would be very. I was driving forty miles per hour where the speed was twenty miles an hour during school time. I went to slow down using my brakes. The police car turned on its red and blue lights and I realized I was in trouble for speeding.I pulled over to the curb fast as I could the police car pulled up behind me. I saw a policewoman get out of the car. I noticed she was attractive, as she walked up to the car. I noticed she was an attractive woman and her badge stated her name was Sheila.Sheila told me,. “Come before me now, slave.”I stand before him and look down not facing him. “Good you know your position, now kneel before me.” I kneel down facing him but looking down.“What does my slave want to do for her Master,” he says in a very deep voice.“I want to please Him and do as He tells me to do.”“Good slave. You have been a submissive before haven’t you?”“Yes sir.”“I want you to get in doggy position in the middle of the floor because Master wants to explore your body He now owns.”I move to.