I finally looked at Tina. She was breathing heavily and looking me directly in the eyes.“I-didn’t want to do that … But you left me no choice. I...-will-not-be ignored.”She moved a little closer to me as her face betrayed a range of emotion. From the tone and inflection of her voice, I could tell Tina was still measuring her words, being careful about what came out of her mouth. This opened up a range of possibilities as she continued her soliloquy. “You know how you made me feel when you-. And you recruited a willing partner for your, uh, practical project?’ ‘I sure did. In law school. We are married. He’s a lawyer, one of those Wall Street types.’ you wrinkle your face as if to give me license, adding for emphasis, ‘Terrible, I know.’ There is a pause. You grin again, ‘Just silence? I was hoping you would do the contrarian thing and supply some philosophical justification for his existence.’ ‘Not so easy! Surely you know that sophists bill at an hourly rate!’ ‘Oh! That reminds. He gave a gag-muffled whimper (Allison thought it sounded like a mixture of delight and fear as the spike of her heel brought its pressure to bear) in response.Allison was holding the flogger. She let the tails tangle so that they were within Lionel’s sight. “Something to encourage you, slave,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “Slaves should be made use of, so I have some tasks for you.” She moved her foot.Lionel gave a grunt and looked up.“First, go to the kitchen. Fetch me a glass of wine. ”My hands absently searched around for something – anything to use to get out. My hands roamed back into the console of the vehicle. I felt a lot of things, but most items I could feel were useless. It felt like there was maybe a battery? A box of something, coins… I continued to feel around for something, and to my eventual surprise, I felt the handle of something sharp. A knife! I quickly took it and began to cut away at my ties as The Lumberjack caressed and squeezed one of my tits with one.