.. Now!"I really want to leave right about now. I can not be humiliated like this. There are people walking by. But then She won't like me. I don't ev...n know her name, and yet, I want to please her. I end up obeying her."My name is Bunny B... Miss Bunny B. Give me you're cell phone number right now."I give her my name and number. "My name is Nate," I tell her."NO! It is Natalie from here on... Got it, fag?"People are just staring at me as they walk by and see her taking down my number while I. " he stammered."It's written on the door, it's your name isn't it?" Stacy waved at ahand written paper taped to the door, "Would you rather I called yousomething else?" Yes, it's..., no it can't be. Selia sounds correct but how can my namebe Selia? I used to have a different name, but why can't I remember it? That damned stuff they gave me at the hospital when I was sick... itmade me forgetful. I'm sure I'll remember. I do remember the ambulanceand that damned breathing mask but everything. Having said that, they, of course, realised that the stinging was intense and that would remain, so, whilst the punishment wouldn’t be added to, it would still be there as a constant reminder for days to come. So, even as they kept on crying, they were relieved when they felt the ankle cuffs being undone, followed by the straps around their thighs, and then from their waists, and finally, the cuffs securing their wrists. and supposed it made sense that the wrist cuffs were the last to be. Sharon remarked at her whip marks still visible between her legs and asked June if her slut had screamed for her. Obviously she was no stranger to June’s penchants and preferences. June smiled. “Of course she screamed my dear, just as one day, if your husband loans you to me, you will scream. But this one is special – she is my pet. I’ve whipped her quite thoroughly and now I want to make sure she understands that she is mine, I am going to breed her. So please feel free to enjoy – she is open.