Would there ever come a day when his approval made her feel only mild satisfaction? XXX Even he could not have guessed how easily she would become his slave, how completely she fell into the role once given the chance. He admired her for that—even though these weren’t his strongest clamps, it had to hurt like hell. He handed them to her—even her panties, both sets on top of the pile, naturally—then reached into the van again, coming up with her purse, which he added to the pile, much to Marie’s relief, considering that it held all her keys, among other things. “Please don’t do that, Master,” she pleaded. He pictured her as she’d been on that first night, passion warring with uncertainty in her demeanor, spread out naked on that
