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her if she was discovered sent trickles of fearful arousal through her, as she temporarily abandoned all hope of work, and let her brain fill in the gaps.
    At that moment Nina was sure that all three men would be kneeling before Louisa. They would all be attired in the sameway. Tight blue-denim shorts, cut marginally too small so that their cocks had no room to maneuver beneath them, would encase their lower halves. They would be allowed no underwear, their commando status causing maximum discomfort and arousal to their imprisoned shafts.
    Their torsos—muscular and hard from manual labor—would be bare, as would their lower legs and feet. That was what had taken the time; the five-minute intervals as the men arrived would be spent in a ritual of undressing and putting on the shorts. Their mistress stood directly before them, arms crossed, watching each move critically through her catlike eyes, allowing them to remove their garments one piece at a time at the speed she set, and only on her command. Only once each individual male was ready would they be allowed to sit on the hard shop floor and wait for the action of the hour to begin.
    Unable to imagine Louisa without a book to hand, Nina visualized her holding a notebook out before her, in which she kept a record of the men’s previous performances. If they’d behaved well and pleased her, they would receive better treatment on their next visit. Poor behavior, or failure to conform to the high standards she set, would mean punishment or physical neglect.
    Nina, her eyes closed, safe in the knowledge that Laura would be out for at least another forty minutes, pictured the white van driver. His face was grave as Louisa read out her displeasure, tapping her black pen on top of her notebook as if to punctuate every word of her annoyance. He had failed to make her climax the day before, so today his own satisfaction would be hampered by the presence of handcuffs. After swift and unflinching orders, his ginger counterpart did his mistress’s bidding, and snapped a pair of cold metal handcuffs around white-van man’s wrists, yanking his arms roughly behind his back while he knelt, cowering on the dusty wooden floor.
    The moment his companion was shackled, the ginger man retook his position in the queue of three before Louisa, as she walked up and down before them. In her silence, the gloom of the unlit room enveloped the dominatrix like warm fog, out of which she shone like an enticing beacon of temptation.
    Louisa inclined her head toward the men, as if giving them a signal to begin. They rose together, the tethered man clumsy but still forthcoming, as their mistress lay back on the only item of furniture in the discarded shop, a faded red-velvet chaise lounge, which Nina remembered perching on as she flicked through various books.
    Nina’s eyes reopened. The image in her mind was so clear, so real. She hadn’t been aware that her right hand had snaked its way up inside her white blouse, so immersed was she in her thoughts. Her gaze refocused on the curtained window on the street opposite, wondering whether, if she stared hard enough, she would miraculously develop X-ray vision and see precisely what they were really up to within.
    Keeping her wide blue eyes fixed on the door, Nina allowed her fingertips to brush the tips of her nipples, and gave her kinky thoughts free reign.
    The cloak had fallen back, so only the hood remained over Louisa’s silky hair. The velvet fabric’s edges draped on the floor, her exposed pearl flesh showed the red heart pendant nestled in the very center of her cleavage.
    As she lay, her hands limp at her sides, she remained very much in control, a pagan queen awaiting the service of her loyal followers. A wave of her hand, and the two unfettered servants divested themselves of their denim, their cocks stiff, hard and as ready for action as any Nina had ever seen.
    The ginger-haired man, who appeared to be the