" The streaks of light trailed out past Daniella's fixed gaze, spelling Dominica's name. "You must obey." And, just under her breath, Daniella muttere... her conditioned response, "I must obey Dominica." Her mind became more and more pliable, more and more open, with every word her Mistress spoke.Daniella's hips were pumping constantly, now. Her arms were limp, useless appendages, at her side. The jiggling of the van pushed the butt plug in and out of the slave's ass. Pump... pump... pump... Her. She kicked off her heels, sending them hurling across the wooden floor with a clank.My fingers ran across her stockings, feeling them soft and wet against my fingertips. I started to slide them off her when she stopped short and said, "Those can stay. I like to keep them on when I am being fucked."'Dear god, yes,' I thought to myself. This fucking lady, who seemed like she would go to church every day and volunteer at the homeless shelter, was just so damned sexy.We moved again into a kiss, my. We will get along. Go back to our room. All of you get cleaned up and perform any chores that need to be done and eat some breakfast. I am going out into the city and should be back for lunch. If not, have the innkeeper serve lunch for all of you in the room. Understand?" Yes, Master," she replied. "It will be as you have said." She left to go upstairs. I finished my coffee (It was even worse cool than hot.) and went out through the town. I felt that any answers that might exist were with. I noticed how he called it 'home'. It sounded like we lived together and I loved the sound of that."I'd love to take the long way home." I told him. He grabbed my hand and we drove around town in circles for about an hour or so. I loved spending the quality time with him. "We're home!" Paxton yelled enthusiastically. It sounded like we'd been on a long trip together or something. I loved everything he said and how he said it. I loved his looks and his body. I loved his voice and all his lame.