pavement. He placed Jamie inside the square and hung a sign from Jamie's
collar. It said: "Property of Master van der Graaf. No touching!" Then
he spoke: "You will wait here until you are picked up. Keep your hands
behind your back and do not move outside the square I have drawn!" Then,
without another word and without looking back he walked away, leaving
Jamie alone at the curb.
Jamie had never felt more embarrassed and exposed than he did now.
Except for a collar, a pair of stiletto boots, a chastity device a small
sign, not even reaching past his nipples, he was completely naked. He
wanted to run and hide, but he didn't dare move. Even after he had seen
Frank's car drive away he didn't dare use his hands to cover his front.
He realized that this was his last chance to escape. The butt plug with
the tracking device had been removed and Frank was nowhere to be seen.
If he waited for the pickup his fate was sealed and only a life of
slavery, brutal and harsh, awaited him. But if he ran he might be even
worse off. If he was caught he was sure to face extremely brutal and
prolonged torture and his life would in all likelihood be even shorter
than the already short and painful slave existence he was looking at.
And although he might not be able to see Frank, he could be parked just
around the corner. Other guards could be posted just to test his
obedience. The dilemma made Jamie whine with desperation. If he stayed
put he was doomed, but if ran he might be in even worse trouble. He
cried with desperation as he thought about this, trembling as he sobbed,
but still so well conditioned that his hands remained at his back.
After thirty minutes it became apparent even to Jamie that he was too
well trained and too afraid of Master to try running. He still stood at
the curb with his hands clasped behind his back, his feet in the exact
same position as when Frank had left him. His fate now apparently sealed
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