She had been running behind most of that day already and she just wasn't able to catch up, so she was late to his appointment as well. She tried to ex...lain the situation, but his only reply is that she should have budgeted her time better. Master was nothing if not punctual, and he expected nothing less from his submissive. "To be late for an appointment," he had told her, "was to show disrespect for the other person's time." He had told her then that she would be getting punished for her. "You'll have to wait until after that deliciousdinner I can smell. You'll just have to try to control your little roduntil after we've eaten."She released me, and I stepped away, scowling."And I think you should change into your black and white number, the onethat leaves your lovely legs free and shows off your waist and how muchweight you've lost. The one with the white lace cap that keeps your so-cute fringe out of your eyes."The mental picture of myself dressed up in the sexy little outfit. I liked the uniforms. They were army green with old fashion design, jackets with Sam Brown belt, knitted green ties, and light brown shirts. On the head we carried ugly gray berets – I hated them. We looked smart, we polished our shoes and checked our self thoroughly in mirrors. It was as if I had never left the army.During my introduction, I was following this strange fellow in his footsteps. He was maybe ten years older than me, short and not very good looking – I actually find most men. She mentioned how many there were, the accents, the crunching sound of the gravel in the drive, the vehicle switch in the car park. ‘Did you see anyone’s face at any point?’ ‘No.’ ‘Did you hear any names?’ ‘No.’ ‘Can you remember anything else that might be useful? Anything at all?’ She shook her head. He looked at her, waiting for her to speak. The silence stretched out between them, heavy and oppressive. She squirmed under his stare desperate to look away, to look anywhere else, but she.