She waited. Mentally she transported herself to the planet of Gor. She pictured herself as a stunning young pleasure slave, staked out for punishment at a dusty crossroads on the way to Ko-Ro-Ba. Several times she was certain she heard footsteps on the path. Some paused. They might be studying her, thinking of what they could do. A bound pleasure slave, awaiting punishment, could only wait and accept what was given. And so many options open to the anonymous passerby.

Then she heard footsteps, very masculine sounding footsteps. She could hear them approach from some ways away. She heard them draw closer. They stopped, on the path at the entrance to the gazebo she thought. There was along pause before the footsteps started again. Now they were approaching her, slowly.

There was another pause. He's inspecting the array of implements The Master left, she thought. He's selecting one to use on me. Which will it be?

The answer was quick in coming. A few more footsteps, circli...

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