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sped through the city streets, still blocking her vision. She was trying to relax, confident that the mysterious Laurel would not have placed her in a potentially dangerous situation, but adrenaline was coursing through her body and she was finding it difficult to stay calm and quiet. The driver seemed to be taking left and right turns entirely at random, and within a couple of minutes she was completely lost and disorientated. A strange prickle of foreboding ran down her spine as she thought of what was to come.
    They eventually came to a halt and she was dragged out of the vehicle. Joanna had the briefest glimpse of the façade of what appeared to be a deserted, boarded-up warehouse, and then she was ushered through the door and down a flight of steps. Her captor pushed her into a small, cold, brick-walled room, and locked the door behind him.
    For the first time she got a good look at him. Average height and slender, with blond hair falling over one eye. Good-looking, admittedly, in a boyish way, but not the dark fantasy man she had described over the phone at all. She felt a deep pang of disappointment, which was immediately banished by his words.
    â€˜You’ve got to prepare for him, you know.’
    â€˜How…?’ she began.
    â€˜Strip,’ he ordered her bluntly, his tone quiet and oddly polite. If he was not the cruel master she had hired, did that mean the driver would be…?
    His voice cut into her thoughts, all politeness gone. ‘I told you to strip. And when I tell you to do something, I don’t mean do it tomorrow. You’re simply earning yourself a couple of extra strokes, you know.’
    She felt a sudden, unexpected fluttering in her pussy as he mentioned her impending punishment. Shivering slightly, she shrugged off her coat and looked around for a chair, a hook, anything to hang it from. Finding nothing, she let it drop to the floor. It was swiftly followed by the charcoal-grey, box-cut jacket of her business suit, then she unzipped her smart pencil skirt, which slithered in a heap around her ankles. The blond watched her every movement, his silence indicating that he was not yet happy with her performance. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the top button on her cream blouse and unfastened it, repeating the procedure till the garment gaped open, revealing her heavy breasts in their plain white cotton bra.
    â€˜That, too,’ he ordered her.
    Joanna demurred for the merest second, knowing that her hesitation would be reported to her unknown master. That would no doubt count as another slap or three on her backside, and she wondered whether a part of her secretly wanted to increase the severity of her paid-for chastisement. Her hands fumbled behind her back, then her bra joined the discarded blouse in the pile of her clothes that was forming on the floor. She was aware that her large, chocolate-coloured nipples were already stiff and heavy, announcing her obvious arousal. The blond’s eyes never left them; she felt humiliated beneath his impartial gaze, but found herself welcoming the sensation. He was not allowed to admire her; his duty was simply to prepare her for her master, and in this he was as much a chattel as she.
    She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers, prepared to remove those, too, but he shook his head. Instead, he removed a set of handcuffs from his jeans pocket, and ordered her to place her hands behind her. Grasping her by the wrists, he slipped on the cuffs. He gave her one last, not entirely unsympathetic appraisal, then pushed her through the door and marched her down a dingy corridor to the next room.
    â€˜Wait here,’ he said, and left her.
    The room was as bare and functional as the first. There was no furniture, no way in which she could make herself comfortable. She had no idea how long she stood there. Perhaps twenty minutes passed while she contemplated what was to happen next. Her breasts ached with anticipation,