"Evening lads. You boys ever read a comic book? Because that would help speed things up?"The only response to your quip is a hail of gunfire; you hear... the metallic pinging of the buckshot bouncing off your suit. You take off using the street's parked cars as cover as they continue to unload on you. Your steps fall silently but quickly on the concrete pavement as your long leather trench coat trails behind you. With a press of a button on your wrist console you begin to blend into the scenery,. Although she had a bit of a sadistic side it rarelyshowed and when it did it was never too severe. Shewondered why a person would ever want to hurt the oneshe loved, as well as the one who had given her such aspecial gift of submission. The Mistress returned withboth crops, tucking the longer one under her arm sheproceeded to swat the sub here and there bringing out anice shade of red. The Mistress told the sub howbeautiful she looked in that shade of red. The sub felttremendous knowing she was. My assets were emerged with this top. They were looking bigger than usual. I was wearing a black skirt too down to my belly. Dark Red Lipstick on my lips with kajal and eye shades.I wore long rounded ear rings too. In my one hand I had 20 to 25 Churiyas. My nails were a bit longer as like other modern girls and I painted my nails with matching colour of my lipstick. It was looking great. As I said my height is not too much so I used to use some high heel footwear and that day I used a high heel. Still, though, this could have gone much worse. Intelligence and a desire for self-improvement are hardly bad traits, Leslie thought to herself, grateful for Dan's restraint as her brilliant yet altered mind continued to explore the possibilities of her current predicament. Inherent in the concept of self-improvement was the idea that she should approve of the changes being made to herself as well, and there didn't seem to be a rule against trying to influence how Dan expressed his thoughts.