Alan expertly wove the laces under her ankle cuffs. That’s what Gail and Mike are to me now- family. I touched Slut’s shoulder and nodded to the fire. “Master has been good to me so far.”
I smiled, stroking both of their heads before sitting in front of them. I sighed and shook my head before she walked away, pulling my dad along in her wake. She whispered back, “I, I can’t, say it, yet, Master. Do either of you need to take the afternoon off? “Get my belt from my tent, then lay over the ice chest.”
She unclipped herself and moved quickly to obey, settling herself so her ass was toward me and her face to the Deputies. I swung. Either way, my grumpy was starting to boil over to pissed off. “nine, sir,” she whispered between sobs. “See you in a bit.” The line went dead, and I handed the phone back to my pet. “Good girl. Two, maybe three inch heel, and mid-calf.”
Alan nodded and kept smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She was nervous. “The same one you currently have around your pretty little ankle.”
I could see in her eyes the resignation of her having been discovered, and the wheels turning to try and find a way out of the trap.
