"Hey," I called to her, but as it was dark, I don't think she realised who I was. All the same, she responded. "Hi." "Do you need some help with you... car?" I asked as I walked closer. "Oh, it's you! Yes, please. It's my dad's car, and he'll kill me if I've broken it." I put down my toolbox, and began to look at the car in the light of the street lamps. After a few minutes, I found out what was wrong. The battery had become dislodged and somehow punctured a hole in the tube between the. I always made sure my clothes were ready for the next day before setting my little wind-up alarm clock. In the morning I'd take a quick shower, crossing my fingers that it wouldn't wake Mother, dress, grab my bookbag and be at the school bus stop fifteen minutes early like my bus driver said we should be.That was my life until I was eleven. Or maybe I was ten or maybe twelve. I could never find my fucking birth certificate to make sure! In the summers I'd hit houses for money, jewelry and food.. Her eyes adjusted and she looked in shock at her surroundings.She was standing on top of a large hill covered in thick lush green grass. Off to her right was a tall oak tree. It was daylight and the sun was shining down on her and warming her skin as a breeze blew across her naked body making her tiny nipples pop out. The sky was a bright blue and clouds rolled by. She looked into the distance and as far as she could see was rolling hills and pastures."What the hell!?" Uhhhh."Buffy heard a soft. Shelapped it like the obedient pet she was; then I took her to the bathroomand let her relieve herself. Then it was time for bed. After we entered the bedroom I instructed her to kneel before me. Ithen pushed a ball gag made from a waffle golf ball into her mouth andsecured it tightly. I next slipped chains onto her hands and feet andsecured those. I then secured her leash to the foot of the bed and lockedher collar onto it. I instructed her to get on her hands and knees withher ass in.