"You will show them complete deference, or you will be whipped." Yes, mistress," I sobbed. Well, I had asked for this - to be dominated and humiliated...in public. I would just have to endure the night somehow and then rebuild my life in the morning.I felt a sharp downward tug on the leash. "Slaves kneel in the presence of free men and women," Cristina reminded me. I lowered myself to my knees and sat back on my heels. Not wishing to be slapped again, or worse, I opened my knees. Cristina's boots. ........" I hadn't even completed my other thought when an ice cold can of Diet Coke appeared in my free hand. I was so stunned that I dropped it onto the ground. "Oh my God..............." I said aloud. "Not God. I am a Djinn." came the mental response. I had to sit down. Fast. This was almost too much to take in. I ran as fast as I could back to my blanket. I plopped down onto the blanket, and just stared at the gemstone in my hand. I tried veryhard not to think, lest. But when she had, the sex was earth-shattering. And he could remember every detail.She jolted him from one such memory when she walked into their bedroom and closed the door. She acknowledged that she had been so caught up in the events next door that she neglected to ask about his day.He began with a synopsis of his day, and was caught off-guard when she moved closer to him as he talked. She began running her hands along his hips and down to his thighs, all the while listening to his story.. But he caught himself and smiled at the woman coming out from the garage. She was pretty tall too. Skinny, with LONG legs. She was wearing jeans that clung to her body and I thought about how hard they probably were to get on. She didn’t have much of a chest available for view, wearing a dingy, oversized sweater but her hair caught my attention. It was dark and pulled into a very extravagant braid. Bits were falling out here and there with her tired look but I’d never seen hair with that.