Melinda's body was trembling as she awoke. She uttered a tiny moan of distress as the last of her dreams broke up into disjointed imagery. Her dreams ...were nowhere near as clear as Cassie's, and had been anything but pleasant. Jumbled feelings and emotions, echoing across from her subconscious where part of the old Melinda now resided, struggling to reclaim its freedom. Yet it could enjoy -- if that were even apropos -- only the restricted freedom of her dreams.She drew in a deep breath and let. I like to inflict pain on women, and sometimes men. You could enjoy them if you relax.” She didn’t relax. “Now, it’s time to really get started. This was just the beginning.”Her head started lolling to the side, meaning that the drug was still making her drowsy, that was fine. She would be waking up in a minute. “Please let me go.”Christine’s eyes closed at the perfect time and I grabbed the screw and the power screwdriver. The screw was five inches long and I planned on drilling it all the way. There was a table behind me, with a leather case.

"Open it," Keith instructed.

Inside, there was a set of metal cuffs, a flogger, and a vibrator. 

"The flogger is only for employees that disappoint me, but for now, grab that vibrator and get on the table” Keith instructed.
I knew exactly what he was expecting of me and to be honest, considering how this trip had turned out, I was somewhat relieved by the simplicity of the request.

"Yes sir," I murmured. 

When I turned around again, I. M., during my shift. She seemed inadequate, either because of the pain or the consumed alcohol. Yes, she definitely smelled of alcohol. She did not recognize me. That wasn′t surprising; the last time we met was 11 years ago. A lot of time. And I have changed since then - now I'm bigger due to the daily workouts, bald and wear glasses. It's hard to believe that the youth looking like a rock star in those old photos is me.However, I felt bad that she didn't recognize me. After all we were dating.