'I once again felt myself free of the voices. At first, being free of them seemed like an improvement to me. I'd been constantly shifting back and for...h about the trade offs I was having to make when dealing with them. I didn't have the upper hand with them. I knew that, as did they. They told me whatever they chose to tell, and, if I raised questions of my own, they answered, when they bothered to answer me at all, with whatever they wanted me to believe. I knew I'd caught them out in a lie. "I don't think I need to remind you of what will happen if you misbehave. You will be punished more severely and more harshly than anything you have ever experienced in your life, is that clear?"As much of a deterrent as the prospect of my shock collar punishing me was, to be disobedient and disappoint my Master was an equally appalling thought. "Yes Master, the Cunt understands and will obey its Master completely. The Cunt wants to please its Master and earn its Master's praise." Good. Plus I. If they kept up with their massages, I would definitely fall asleep. But I wasn’t going to tell them that. Though when my breath started to even out, they could obviously tell and stopped what they were doing. I pouted down at them.“Hey, don’t stop. I like being massaged…”My brother only chuckled and moved to untie my hands. Once they were untied, I sat up and started rubbing my slightly raw wrists. I must have been pulling harder than I had anticipated earlier. I looked at my brother and. On the trainI read one of those cheap romance stories about a Scottish boy andgirl who lived far apart and used to meet each week, when one of themcaught the train to the other's town and they spent the day together.Most of the book was about waiting for the train or being on thetrain. Most of it was about anticipation. It was the perfect book forme.I booked into the hotel. I was taken to my room and immediately rana bath. I luxuriated in bubbles a little perfume in the water. I hada very.