Clearly incorrectly, as He kept at me with the crop until I raised my leg the way He wished, thigh horizontal, calf vertical, toe pointed. We repeated...this until I had it down perfectly, needing a mere brush of the crop to comply. I felt something being clipped to my bridle. Surely the reins? He tugged and walked me around slowly. Any time I did not raise my leg perfectly, we would stop and I would feel the anger of the crop on my offending thigh. In no time He had me fully under control, high. " Shecalled from the other room, and I cautiously pulled my wrist away from thebowl. It came loose easily and I put the dishes away then came to Her. She was sitting back on the love seat, and gestured for me to take my placeat Her feet. I did, and began to massage Her feet, my default activity forbeing there. "Pet, I will tell you to position yourself now and then, and you will takethat position….I will secure you with these cuffs, but you will notdepend on that binding unless it is necessary. Why don't I take it now and maybe you'd like to watch? It's on the house, guys."Taking our wicked grins as an affirmation, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing her beautiful breasts to fall free. They had the most enormous black areoles I have ever set eyes on. She brushed one hand across her nipples as she saw me watching, and pouted her lips suggestively. Stevie spoke for both of us. "If you're sure that's OK, Bianca – watching you showering?" Sure I'm sure, honey. What's. ” And he pushes me with his flashlight in the direction of his own car.What the hell? Cops don’t act like this, not any I’ve known and I’ve known a few. I look at him and he’s just wearing jeans and a shirt, no uniform. Then I look at his car and it’s not a police car and it’s a lot too old and decrepit looking to be one of the unmarked cars the cops sometimes use for speeders. And the cop himself smells, well, pretty ripe.It dawns on me that this guy isn’t a cop! He’s just a man with a gun.