My bare feet sloshin shallow puddles, the air icy this far underground. Finally we stop,I hear a door open, and I am thrust into a room. From the sho...t echo, it’sbarely three metres square, concrete, empty. I stand, naked, bound, blind.I hear my captors leaving. I call after them: "can you untie my arms?Please?" "Cool down in here for a while, bitch," oneof the guards snarls as the door swings. "No! Please!" I rush for the door. "Evenif you leave my hands tied! Please, my arms hurt so. Then I realized how much shit he could be stepping into, if I was a typical woman and changed my mind a day later. Boyfriends and husbands sitting on his door step screaming, "How could you?"I went to the Walmart store on the edge of Dobson. From them I bought a set of Wahl electric clippers for under twenty bucks. I decided that with a couple of mirrors I could do the job just fine. I checked out through a cutesy little white girl's register."I have a set just like this I use to clip my. The next time I met my master was two and a half weeks later. He had told me I needed to rest, and I hadn’t complained about that. I had been really sore, but I hadn’t bled anything so I thought I didn’t need anything other than some sleep and maybe some ice…I had bought a thong, which I was wearing under my jeans. When I stripped down my master told me to keep it on me. He put the collar around my neck and then made me crawl on all fours beside him as he walked around in the house and did some. ’‘Poor you,’ Lily giggles. ‘What a perd… pred… perdic… situation.’‘Get you,’ Clara says. ‘You’re a goodie two-shoes after all.’‘When they’re my teacher shoes. And tonight…’ He sets his foot briefly on the table to reveal an elegant slip-on. ‘…I’m not. So if there’s any twerking or lewd suggestions from either of you, I may not be so gentlemanly.’‘I don’t think we’re here because we think you’re a gentleman,’ Clara says. ‘Right, Lily?’‘I…’ The question catches the blonde bridesmaid off-guard..