I remember someone starting to say the sequence that had me say the words. They sort of, well, exploded. You know how a guy gets sprayed with liquid n...trogen in that movie, and then something hits him that causes him to shatter into tiny pieces? It was like that, except he wasn’t frozen. A lot of cops and people came to where they found me tied up on the floor. The only parts of the room not covered by his tiny bits were the parts on my clothes and the concrete under me. Whoever took me from. It was like ... time had stopped.But ... but ... that couldn’t happen!“M-master,” I whimpered, throwing a look behind me. My blonde ponytail swayed over my left shoulder they stared at the shocked expression on my Master’s face. Justin’s dark eyes were wide, his mouth gaping. He squeeze me tight as his eyes flicked down to stare at me.“Did you feel it?” he asked. “Did you do this?”“Do what, Master?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Freeze the water?”“Stop time,” he said.He thought the same thing I. Why, he has every quality of a man, united to the charm of extreme youth. What a splendid man he will become, the very perfection of a lover, and already possessing so lewd and lascivious a lubricity. Oh! how I envy you his possession. What luck for him too, to have fallen into the hands of so delicious a teacher as my beloved Lizzie is. Am I not myself her pupil, and were you not my own delicious instructress in all that one of our sex could teach each the other.You will remember a. I slept very little, I felt exposed, it was not too cold fortunately butbeing naked in a garage still left me feeling vulnerable. Sir said I couldleave at 3am in the morning, which I did. I grabbed my stuff and I creptback into the house, I did not even have any of my clothes with me so Istreaked across the path.The hardest thing with waking up on Sunday morning was knowing that I had gota whole day of this ahead, it still was not over. Being a slave is hard. Really hard.Sir asked me to.