She stifles a shocked scream, thrashing madly beneath her Mistress' single restraining hand before she realizes she's in no real danger, slowly calmin... down, her breath still coming in frantic gasps as the whipping begins. She looks up lovingly into the intense eyes of her Master, watching her impassively from the driver's seat; he nods to acknowledge her but does not intercede as she is brutally humiliated in front of everyone.Her Mistress draws back for another stinging rebuke when she feels. He’s using the missing girls for that.”“If the missing girls are involved, I suppose that would be the reason. Take various girls over time to use to keep his own power up while the Lockdown is active so he’s ready when it runs its course.”I nodded in agreement. “The sex is unsatisfactory though, and I don’t know why.”She nodded. “What else?”I told her how security guards chased me away from the model, going to the therapy session, the spells I cast on my car, noticing more people following me. They gave the same oo's and aa's that every guest gave when seeing the interior of the shop for the first time, then they broke into three groups to explore. Three went one way, two went another, and the last broke off on her own.Atheer had not vocalized her impression of the shop the way the others had, but she found the place every bit as attention-grabbing as they had. The shop presented itself as a store for bits and baubles. Based on the signs outside that so desperately hoped to lure. Banshee left Jean to her machinations, then went back upstairs to catch the news on the television. It was so much easier to let some news commentator show scenes and give a verbal description of what he thought was going on, than to have the monitors downstairs pulling in all kinds of information and trying to sort through it all. Grabbing a can of beer from the fridge and a bag of potato chips from the cupboard, Banshee settled into one of the recliner chairs in the rec room, then used the.