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what type of rope he used, but he wrapped it around her waist, under her breasts, and over her shoulders. It was heavy, and it felt like heaven.
    “Put your hands in front of you, Inky.” She let go of her new outfit and held her arms together. He surprised her when he pulled his handcuffs from his pocket and snapped them around her wrists. Then he attached a leash to them.
    “Let’s go.” He started off on a trail that ran between the picnic benches. Evelyn was breathing hard—a mixture of exertion from the incline and the eagerness that raced through her. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was dripping sweat from her forehead by the time the path led them to a clearing.
    She stopped and stared at the opening. In the moonlight she could make out a hitching rail, used to tie up horses in the past. Over the years it had been replaced, and was now used by rangers when they had to take horses into this part of the park. Right now it bore a sign that warned everyone that they were trespassing and in danger of arrest, incarceration, and a fine if they didn’t turn around immediately.
    Logan led her to the center of it. She noticed ropes that had been attached to either leg of the railing. At the end of the ropes were leather cuffs. It confirmed what she’d thought earlier. He’d planned on visiting here tonight.
    Logan was silent as he undid the steel cuffs. While he bound each of her wrists with the leather, Evelyn realized she hadn’t even considered how cold she was, or the possibility that someone could be nearby, watching the show.
    The ropes kept her tight against the hitching rail. A blanket had been secured over the railing, and it pressed against her skin as she shifted from foot to foot.
    “I didn’t want you to get any splinters,” he said in her ear. “You look delicious, Inky. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
    “Thank you, Sir Logan.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts.
    “Did you put clamps on my list?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Ones with weights?”
    Evelyn swallowed. “No, Sir.”
    He took a step away and swatted her ass. After a few moments, he swatted it again.
    Evelyn jerked as he slapped her ass one more time. The movement pulled on the ropes that kept her in place.
    “What are you going to do?” Two more hard slaps. Evelyn was in heaven.
    “Put clamps with weights on the list.” Two more slaps and he was back behind her, cupping her breasts once again.
    “What else did you think of?”
    Evelyn repeated it with excitement: crops, floggers, a whip, the clamps, rope, and as if it were an afterthought, a spreader bar.
    “Pretty boring,” he said. “I thought you might be a little more creative than that.”
    “But it’s what you asked for,” she said. “Those were the items you listed when you visited the basement.”
    “Which means they’re staples.” He pinched her nipples, and she cried out. “I want something that’s different, something you’ve never tried before.”
    “Um, that would be a lot of things on the list. Remember, C—”
    “Don’t say his name and don’t ever compare me to him again.” He pinched her buds again. “If you do, we go home and you don’t get fucked.”
    “Yes, Sir Logan.”
    He squeezed her breasts. “I’ve been thinking about our dungeon. It is the season of giving, you know.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Where exactly was he going with this?
    He moved in front of her, and she mourned the loss of his heat. She was starting to get cold. “I want you to select six items, different things that you’ve never tried. I want the list by Saturday.”
    “Why six?”
    Even in the moonlight she could see the frustration that crossed his face.
    “Evelyn, this is not an interview for a story. This is your future Master, telling you what to do. Are you going to question what I want, or are you going to do as I say?”
    “Six items,” she said.
    “Yes. Sort of like the song the twelve days of Christmas, only I want to do six. You’ll get