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The submissive stroked her intricate leather mask while admiring herself in the mirror. Rows upon rows of beaded jewels and varieties of exotic feathers lingered under her long tanned fingers. Her delicate fingers were manicured by ivory at the tips while a single gold ring adorned her wedding finger. Stepping back she adored her body that was bound in leather and lace. She heard Vladmir the dominate call unto her. Slowly she turned to the candlelit room and to show her devotion she got upon all fours for her master. As she crawled on the stained carpet of this dirty hotel she looked up and watched him remove a scalpel from a bloodstained briefcase and his thick black belt from his waist. Then in the darkness her secret smile emerged.

A similar hand tapped against the steering wheel of a family vehicle. Mrs.
Matthews had pulled up to the school around two-thirty and waited impatiently for her Morgan. Finally she watched as her daughter exited from the building. Mrs. Matthews turned down the christen rock channel as Morgan causally strolled up to the driver's window.

"Get into the car," Amy simply said. "We're going to save what's left of your hair." Morgan walked around the car and slammed the door shut.

"The pillow again, Mom?" she nonchalantly questioned while looking out the window.

"Don't mock an old woman who can't sit down too long," Amy plainly replied.

"Because she can't take it like she used too?" Morgan cynically quipped.

Mrs. Matthews remained silent and revealed her secret smile and thought about her bleeding back.