Controlling Christine, Book Two

Chapter Two-3

“Antonnia!” she commanded, “Go over to the van and wait for me there! Your seat has already been reclined.”

I saw my Master behind the wheel, watching the scene, then he grinned and waved at me while Danielle and I walked to the opened side door, and climbed into the luxuriously appointed interior. A moment later I lay fastened into my regular transportation bondage and the door thumped shut. Danielle slipped from our vehicle, walked to her van and spent a moment or two securing Antonnia, and just before Danielle and Antonnia drove off, I’d seen Danielle fit her into a full, lower-face, harness gag, while tears of discomfort and resignation slid down her slave’s cheeks. Then we were off. The drive back to the house was a quiet one, for I remained under the control of my speech inhibitor. It had been an interesting, enlightening, and somewhat scary afternoon.