“Well, take all the time you need. I need to go ring up some customers.” He dashed off and Master smiled at me. “A cage, hunh? Let’s check it...out, slut.” He led me into the next aisle. There were a series of cages, but only one was open. It seemed that the salesman had prepared one he thought would be appropriate. It was sitting in the middle of the aisle. “Kneel,” Master said. I knelt beside him, my heart racing. A little boy with his mother was passing by as my knees touched the floor. Out. "The Corporal stuttered, "Sorry Sir ... Sgts."I blew it off with an insult, "Don't worry about it - my spotter Jack is a little cranky when he doesn't get his nap."Jack swore, "Banzai, you sorry assed young pup. Keep it up and I will kick your ass."The Corporal laughed and I countered, "See what I mean?"Thank God Jack only grumbled under his breath this time.We popped our footlockers, I grabbed a few critical items and asked, "Corporal, will you help me with this?"We went to the door and the. If you check my photo gallery, I uploaded 3 pictures. I cut her face out of them and distinguishing marks so she’ll never be identified by anyone. For anonymity I will refer to her by a generic Russian name: “Sasha”. The doctor’s office I go to, here in NYC is in a Russian/Jewish neighborhood. There are usually older Russian women there , but every now and then you get hot “bombshells” walking in who’d put the majority of James Bond girls to shame. Tall, leggy, long hair, beautiful in the. She sighed, but was not able to – a ball-gag filled her mouth. She panicked; she started to pant and struggle. She was tied down. She felt bonds around her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs. She was certain that she was naked. Almost subconsciously, she felt her nipples harden from her of helplessness.She became aware of a presence. Her eyes darted around trying to track the movement in the darkness. A red pin-prick of light was in her periphery. Then, the light of a candle came into her.