The trip lasted almost two hours, 30 minutes more than previouly said by the man, but wearing black glasses, Laura didn’t have the chance to check her watch and she didn’t mind anyway. The car ate the highway for more than a hour, then exited to a smaller road, reducing its speed to meet the regulation and continued near another hour. Laura recalled that the car finally almost stopped, turn left to an unpaved road for a few minutes and the engine was shut off. The young woman waited with a little apprehension. Her master left the car, moved around it, his shoes making hard noises on the gravel beneath and he opened the back door, announcing:

- We’re arrived, Laura!

Laura left the car, her nose was fast filled with the smell of the evergreen which surrounded them. She understood that they were in the woods. The air felt a little cold as if they were up in the mountains. Still wearing her black sunglasses that completely blinded her, Laura moved a little, trying to regain blood circulation in her legs.

The man took her right arm, explaining:

- Let me help you, Laura. We have to walk about fifty feet to get to the front porch.

They moved side by side for awhile, then the man raised her arm as they jumped on a wooden deck witch screamed from their weight. He left her arm to unlock the door, then he returned, leaving the entrance clear for her.

- Come inside, Laura, it’s getting a little late, he told the young girl.

Becoming apprehensive again, Laura walked inside the unknown house. He instructed her to continue to the center of the big room which occupies much of the basefloor, telling her that he would signal her when she reached the perfect spot. When she did, he told her to stop and he picked up her bag.

- You won’t need any of this stuff for the moment…

The man put the bag away, then he came back to her, ordering:

- Close your eyes, Laura, as I replace your glasses with a blindfold, more suitable for the game we’re going to play.

Laura didn’t try to look around. As asked, she closed both eyes completely and she waited. The man removed the sunglasses, assuring himself that he was being obeid. He then took some kind of scarf, black, and he secured it around the girl’s head, attaching it very tightly with a velcro band. After, he walked away from her, probably reaching for a cosy seating.

Laura didn’t know what to do, so she remained still in the middle of the room. She went back to her mind, wondering what she was going to encounter next. For a brief moment, she asked herself how many people were there. Was she alone with her master or was she displayed like a toy; how many were there, looking at her in cold silence, thinking of things to do to her helpless body? She almost asked about it, but she decided to remain noiseless, in fear that this would cause her some problem.

The master let her in that immobile position for some time, then he began:

- So, Laura, you have decided to come to meet mee?

Laura answered with her trembling voice:

- Y… yes…

- Yes, what Laura? did he reply.

Laura should have known that wasn’t the proper way to answer the man’s question, she already did it the bad way in the car a few hours before. She inclined her head obediently before saying:

- Yes, Master! I’m sorry, Master!

The man laughed for a moment.

- You learned fast, Laura, that’s pretty good! Now, let’s play for awhile…

- Yes, Master, what do you want me to do?

The man remained silent for some time, then he asked her:

- Do you remember the stories I sent you, Laura?

- Oh! yes, Master, most of them, I liked all of them, you know…

- In that case, you should perform very well at this game, Laura… Everything will depend on your good memories…

She struck her mind, trying to remember all the details that she has read over and over in the previous months. There were so many things in these stories and she couldn’t recall everything. However, there were some passages coming back from time to time, from one story to another, slightly changed but most of the time recongnizable. Maybe, that’s what was in her master mind.

Finally, the game was called by her master:

- Laura, I want you to undress completely, but you must follow the ritual!

The ritual. Laura wasn’t surprised, it was almost in every story her master wrote. But, Laura knew that any mistake done by her would engender some kind of punishment. In each story her master wrote, there wasn’t any one where the submissive female didn’t get a form of severe spanking or even worse. Quickly, Laura got her mind organised to be able to follow the ritual as every step succeeded in time.

Remaining silent, Laura kneeled down in place, trembling, waiting for the beginning. Without any noise, the master raised, came to her and slapped lightly her left cheek, ordering in a loud voice:

- Strip!

The stroke wasn’t very hard, but even if she was expecting it as part of the ritual, Laura was caught by surprise. She breathed slowly to prevent her from crying and started to put all the pieces of the puzzle in place. Her lack of precipitation almost cause her to forget to tell the ritual sentence, which would have resulted in a severe mistake and eventual hard punishment. With a faltering voice, she said:

- Master, I’m your sexual slave!

Then, remaining kneeled, Laura lifted both sides of her white blouse from the skirt and slowly, very slowly, proceeded to unfasten every one of the small buttons, starting from the buttom. When done, Laura opened her blouse widely to show her black bra and she dropped the first piece of clothing on the floor, away from her. She then got her belly flat on the ground, beginning to crawl more or less straight ahead. Her groveling didn’t take very long before her forehead hit something hard whom she knew couldn’t be anything but her master’s feet. Laura raised her head a little and gently applied her lips on both shoes, kissing them. Following her reminescence of the ritual, she got back on her knees to kiss her master’s pants at sex height.

Apparently satisfied, the man helped Laura to get up on her feet and he gave her a long french-kiss. But that was only the beginning. He pushed her back and he smacked her on the same cheek, repeating:

- Strip!

Laura was more prepared this time and she lowered her head obediently, going back about ten steps before kneeling down again.

- Master, did she say, I’m your sexual slave!

Laura managed to turn her skirt a little to reach the fastening which she undone before pulling down the zipper. Using both hands, Laura lifted the skirt over her head and disposed of it to the floor. She then raise her arms to expose herself in her underwears. A second time, Laura proceeded to submit to her master by crawling on the floor to his feet, worshipping both of them and after, his sex. The man was tempted to pull out his cock, but he decided that it was to soon in the game and that should be save for the end. After Laura’s rewarding french-kiss, the man pushed her once more, slapping always the same cheek which was becoming more than pink.

- Strip! he commanded.

Laura groveled, got back to her original position and kneeled, stating the ritual sentence:

- Master, I’m your sexual slave!

This time, it was the only place where she could pick up more than one piece of clothing at the same time. Laura must get rid of her stockings and garter-belt. It wasn’t easy, being blindfolded didn’t help her keeping her balance and being obliged to remain in possession of her high heeled shoes. Laura lifted her right leg and bended it, hoping that she would be able to stand on her left foot and knee. She unfastened the right nylon stocking from the garter-belt and pulled it to the ankle with both hands. Lucky for her, she didn’t fell down and was able to get rid of the stocking with one hand while the other prevented her from losing the shoe whom returned to the right foot. Laura repeated the same routine for the left stocking, then pulled out the garter-belt. When she had repositionned her left knee to the floor, Laura tought that she has been perfect. Unable to look at her master’s face for a clue, she hitted the floor and started crawling again.

Not knowing why, Laura wasn’t rewarded by the usual french-kiss. Did she make a mistake? What did she have done wrong? Her master cut short and explained:

- You didn’t expose yourself, Laura. That denotes a lack of submissiveness!

The man didn’t get on any detail about an eventual penalty and he slapped her a little harder this time, while saying:

- Strip!

More frightened, Laura returned to her position to kneel and tell the ritual phrase:

- Master, I’m your sexual slave!

Laura made an effort to remember the proper way to get rid of her bra without doing another mistake. She lowered both shoulder strap with the opposing hand and afterward she pulled down the bra below her chest, reveiling her white breast. She continued by unfastening de bra itself and get rid of it. This time, Laura took the time to raise her arms over the head to pull her tits up and she counted to ten before hitting the floor for her crawling. Now, it became a little more painfull. Her tits scraped the old hardwood floor, picking splinters on the way and scratching them. But her master seemed pleased and he gave her a much longer french-kiss. However, he smacked her cheek harder again when he commanded for the last time:

- Strip!

Laura was dubitative, wondering if she had made another mistake. She had only one last chance to please her master; her panties were the last piece of clothing that she had to remove. The young girl moved back, got on her knees and finally said, nearly sobbing:

- Master, I’m your sexual slave!

Laura swiveled because the ritual ask to expose the buttocks first. Crossing her arms in front of her, Laura caressed her naked body from the shoulder down. When they reached the top of the panties, she inserted all fingers along her waist, enlarging the underwear and pulling it to her knees. Don’t wanting to cause any other mistake, Laura separated the two globes of flesh to show her anus; she even bent forward to expose it more efficiently. Only then did she pulled out the panties and threw them away. She slowly moved back, using her hip as a pivot to expose herself again, but from the other side. Laura opened her thighs wide and tought that she should give her master a kinky number. She separated her cunt lips with all her fingers, using them to play a little with her clit. Her pussy was becoming very wet as she heard a familiar sound, but not being able to identify it. For the first time since the beginning of the strip game, Laura remembered her fear that she might not be alone with her master.

Laura got back on the hardwood floor, naked but for her high heeled. She crawled to her master’s feet, worshipped them obediently, then she resumed the kneeled position to kiss the pants at sex height. A big surprise attended her. While she was expecting the warmth feel of the textile fiber like before, she encountered a much hotter surface and slightly moist in consistance. The young woman retreated for a second, remembering the awkward sound previously heard. Nevertheless, Laura knew that she must obey without reluctance to her master’s will. So, she open her mouth to swallow her master’s cock, starting by rubbing her tongue to the sides and forward end. He wasn’t circumcised, so she could hardly get all the glans easyly to suck it. Laura licked and sucked more and more with all her willing, inducing great stimulis in the penis. The master didn’t say a single word; he just carressed her head, lifted her hair to have a good view at her work until he couldn’t restrain himself from cuming. Many spurts of sperm hitted Laura’s throat, making her nauseus but she managed to swallow. It was the first time that she tasted cum and she was afraid that she might vomit, that resulting in a severe penalty.

The man exited Laura’s mouth, his penis now much smaller and flaccid, almost breathless:

- That was great, Laura, really great! It was your first time, wasn’t it?

Remaining silent, in fear that she would loose some of her master’s cum, Laura simply tossed her head affirmatively. She tried to swallow everything in her mouth before she raise up. But the man ordrered her to keep the kneeled position:

- Stay right there, Laura! Aren’t we forgetting something?

Laura didn’t answer, knowing too well where he was heading.

- You must be punish, Laura! stated the master in a rather merciless voice. Don’t move until I return.

Laura heard the man’s paces going away and soon after, coming back. He was carrying something that he laid on the couch where he seated before. Then, he approached the girl.

- I want you to spread your thighs very wide, did he order, then cross your ankles. Also put your hands in the back!

He first secured both hands together with what seemed to be an old leather belt, making many turns before buckling it safe. Secondly, he tied the ankles about the same way.

Once again, the poor teacher felt helpless. She didn’t try to check the restraints which she understood were sufficient to keep her bound.

The man let her standing there for a few minutes before he announced the sentence; that would give her time to think. Every second felt like an hour to Laura, anticipating what she would be subject to…