I parked it in one corner of the lot, actually up on grass, where a half-dozen other cars that might qualify as "luxury" clustered together, as if for...protection from the bigger, meaner cars.I had come here once before, on a scouting mission. I had to see for myself if such a place existed. There had been a few other women of my type there, sitting at the bar, drinking mixed drinks and wine spritzers, and talking to everyone but each other.It was one of the first spots I'd found in my searching. Reba began digging in her bag and soon found what she was looking for. She extended her arm towards Sam presenting another pair of panties. They were a yellow pair of boyshorts, fairly simple."Try these on." Sam was confused what to do at first. Reba moved behind Sam and closed the bedroom door. "Just change your clothes in here, it's not like I didn't watch you bent over wearing my panties for 45 minutes..." Sam got another reminder of his punishment. "Do it now."Sam pulled the briefs down his. It wasn’t, I noted, while reading this book, the scenes where Severin was being whipped that aroused me; in fact I found them rather boring. Instead it was the dialog, as formulaic and no less powerful as a ritual incantation, in which his Mistress coldly demeans him, mercilessly flaunts her affair with another man in his face. And, indeed, this is what Severin wants most, to be humiliated, not only physically, but, in particular, mentally. He wants his face rubbed in it. He wants to be. I can’t say which candidate was the better of the two or any of that B.S., I can’t even tell you who won. Yet it was this election in this place that was called ‘the united states of America’, which caused a ripple effect across the whole planet, which started the shift. More and more movies and shows came out that people looked at as good entertainment in what they believed was science fiction or fantasy. What fools so many were, and still are. Why so many did not see what was right in front.