"More!" he comands, and I continue arching, lifting, the shame of exposing myself like this to a stranger tinged with an inexplicably-delicious feeling of want I cannot explain. I am frightened and confused... and totally enslaved to his gaze, as much as if I had been bound by fetters. "Now you may touch yourself," he orders, but I am frozen with trepidation. When I hesitate, he quickly moves to slap both my cheeks sharply. Tears spring unbidden to my eyes. "Obey me," he continues, deceptively softly, "or pay the consequences." I timidly reach out to obey. 

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