Our pilot wisely kept the curtain closed and left us alone as the little jet took us home where I would – hopefully – be safe.At some point I real...zed that something might be really wrong inside. Even though Fred was just a few yards away, I couldn’t seem to find the strength to speak to him as I drifted away. It was as if an unseen hand was squeezing my heart, forcing it to work ten times harder to do its job. The effort my heart was going to in order to keep me alive exhausted and frightened. With a stick in hand, he walked around the rock circle, drawing lines in the dirt. He traced out concentric rings, then moved on to pentagrams and triangles, reproducing the symbols from memory. After walking back over to his pack, he withdrew a leather-bound book, referencing the drawings within to ensure that he had gotten everything right. He stowed it, then produced a large bag of table salt, cutting a small tear in it with his blade. He filled in the ruts that he had made in the soil with. I waited there for ten minutes, while he drank wine and admired my body. I felt both valued and cheap all at once. He then put a collar on me, and held me on a chain leash. "How is that slut?" "Good thank you Master, it makes me feel more like your property". We hadn't mentioned collaring me at all til this point, I guess Master thought it would suit me.What a pussy I was. People from the rest of my life were going through my mind. I imagined what my Ex would think of me like this. How. "Have you ever had them whipped, or beaten with a crop? What about nipple clamps? Ever had them clamped so tight that your entire mind focuses on the pain in your nipples, and you can't come because they hurt so much?" No-o-o-o". A long low moan as Nina punctuated her questions with squeezes of the breasts, then moved to the nipples, rolling them back and forth between her fingers and thumbs, and pulling them away from Grace's breasts.In the meantime, Joanne's tongue had been flying over.