I crossed my hands over my cleavage,wild roses blazing on my cheeks. I didn't feel seventeen. I didn't evenfeel twelve. I felt like a very young child... facing the longest ticklingof her life.And for all the dread, all the apprehension, all the lip-biting anxietyI felt at that moment...I couldn't wait for it to begin.9.Tossing the dress over his shoulder, Karl settled me back into the bed,making me lie full length with my arms by my side. I was literallyquivering with suspense, knowing what I was. Two months ago. I had no idea what was happening two months ago. But according to the posts - Mike had again bought me extra rum and as soon as he was home from school - encouraged me to drink up, til I passed out much earlier than normal. He'd then gone and found a pair of his mother's dirty panties, sat at his computer naked, with the door fully open, and waited. Reading his posts, I felt briefly like I was a teen again, embarking on my first sexual conquest. Except - it wasn't the case. ‘Now Slave, we are going to begin at the beginning, since you have chosen to remain dressed, and have been punished for that, for now, I will ignore the disobedience of your remaining dressed. When I release you, first your feet, and then your wrists, you will move to the Red Pillow on the floor, which I have generously given you, and kneel on it. I will instruct you on the proper way to kneel. This will be your ready position, it indicates submission, and a willingness to follow my. ’ ‘I am on my way.’ Nick said before realizing the connection had been cut. Getting into his Ford Focus he got comfortable in his seat and was on his way. Turning from MacArthur Drive he looked at the deserted city streets in the predawn hours. At least, he mused, this street has sidewalks. Orange was a great many things, he thought, a bustling metropolis, was not one of them. Three sets of lights later he was at his destination. He got out and gazed at McDonald’s. He merely shook his head..