He has not yet told the Teyrn about you, yes? It has been an ... emotional reunion.”I nodded mutely and reluctantly turned to head to Cailan’s ten.... I truly didn’t know what to expect; Fergus didn’t know me. On the other hand, if Aedan was anything to go by, maybe he’d surprise me and welcome me with open arms. Aedan certainly seemed to think that would happen. I took a deep breath and ducked inside the tent.My timing was impeccable – impeccably bad, of course. The two must just have talked. A single rein was attached to the back of our collar running to the driver's seat allowed him to brake or steer the carriage. A small bungee line from the centre shaft kept the loose rein out of the way leaving our buttocks fully available to the master's whip. Saturday was 'Training Day' up until 4 o'clock when the heats began, the final being run tomorrow morning. All masters seem to think that training must begin with a sound thrashing just to show who is the Boss and who chose slavery.. Stepping in, a clumsy looking type device in his hands cupped down in front of him, he steps forward and sits it on the floor in front of her far away enough that her swollen eyes can still focus and make it out. Controls, dials on the mainly black box with glass gauges, fly-nut hookups for wires, she loses any hope that it’s not something to do with the wires clamped to her body. As he aligns the box to face her, individually attaches the wires one at a time to the connectors as the clamps. ’Larurus Petroux had learned early on that you had to keep stupid bitches in line. A punch to her face, ‘Her pussy’ll still work’, gave him time to fish out a bit of rope he carried just for situations like this.I glanced over to see how the man was taking this now. Incredible, Larurus Petroux was naked, in a prisoner rack - being judged - and he was erect just watching his memories.This time the rape was not skipped over. Petroux’s thoughts were vile, lots of ‘Oh yeah’s, ‘Take that, bitch’ -.