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Now, I'm bored. The possibilities are even more so. *crack* The memory bubble around my neck emerges, and I know that, as soon as I move, someone will see me. Curious, I reach out to touch it, and discover a small, smooth, shiny padlock, fitted with a tiny pad lock. It has a snap to the side. I crack it, giving a tug, and it unlocks, releasing my crab. My hands move back, through the suddenly slack, revealing my now free hands. They come up to rest on a shiny, slender steel, vibrating chain. A small, smooth beater circles my right nipple. I jump slightly. This would give me a signal. A tug on the chain, pulling me towards my Master. A smile. So now I have to choose my Master. How shall I do this. As I dig into the pocket of my leather jacket, I think of the many conversations, both private and professional, my Masters had as we drove through the countryside, in the rain, while we ate lunch in a little plate nearby.

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