"I'll need you to put your feet up on the table, and you can't really useyour hands. Is it OK if I ask one of your brothers to slide you back on theta...le so that you can have your legs out straight forward?" Of course, Mommy," I said.She asked Randy to help. He held me under the armpits and waited for Mom.She held my ankles and lifted them up until my legs were parallel to thefloor, gently holding my ankles together. She nodded to Randy, and he slidme backwards until my ankles were on the table. Another plus for her claim of having lived in this area.We didn't talk much on the way downtown; the car wasn't packed but neither was it private, and I didn't see any value in exploring theories of alternate universes within earshot of others. It wasn't until we had boarded the Amtrak Metroliner bound for New York City and gotten our seats that I felt we could talk a bit. I didn't quite know how to start the conversation, so for several minutes the train clanked along and we sat opposite each. I took my time knowing they were getting reacquainted. I knew she would have him tonight. We were still standing he was behind her with his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a wonderful sigh. He raised his arm and cupped her tits gently squeezing and rolling her nipples, she was melting in his arms. I had the pleasure of seeing them do this a few times before. He lowered his hand to her shorts and began rubbing her, she was getting very wet. His hand went into her. Finally he held up an old, woman’s bedroom slipper with a thin leather sole and said, “Ah, here it is.”I had never seen that in the bag before. As old as it was, I’m sure it had been in there for a long, long time, but Master had never used it on me. He held it out for me to see and said, “The beauty of a slipper is that it can be used for everything from a light kiss to a severe beating.”I gulped slightly and trembled a little in fear. He had promised me both.He set the slipper on the small.