“He’s pretty severe, torture, bondage, and forced sex turns him on. The more you try to resist the more excited he gets. But, it also pays more if...he gets to abuse you to his liking.”Pausing for a moment I ask, “he’s not going to permanently scar me or anything like that?”“Oh no, he will bind you, spank you, beat you with a whip but all within limits. He likes the pain you feel and the cries for mercy but keeps it within limits. None of my other girls have had a problem with him.”It sounds. She moaned, wiggling against him, feeling his cock, and squirming. She whispered."Oh My master ooooo...Yesssss."He turned her face to his and smiled."No, not now. I want to see you dance. Now. Up. Dance for me, now."She was confused. She thought from his caresses that he would use her. Her body ached for him, but when he said dance, she nodded and rose from his lap. She knelt at his feet in a deep bow, her hands outstretched before her, a position called karta which acknowledges his authority. They hurried past the stores without paying attention and took an escalator to the main level. In ten minutes they were sitting at a table. Margie had chicken fried rice and a diet cola, while Fred was putting away a Big Mack, fries, and a vanilla shake. There were maps of the mall posted at the entrances to the food court. According to the one that they looked at, there was a news stand/bookstore not too far from where they came into the mall. They could pick up a map without wasting any. "Paula handed the board back to the limo driver she'd borrowed it from and shifted into my arms."You came to see me, Russ." Her whisper."Yes, baby. I came to see our girl."~~~She quickly melded back into my arms as we drove thru the streets."I couldn't wait to see you, Russ."I laughed softly as we traversed the area I recognized as Old Town forty years prior."The hippies were all thru this section, Paula."Now, now it was still. The "years of lightning day of drums" had finally ceased."The who,.