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 Three days had passed since Megan streaked at the dinner party, and Paul
was now stretching new boundaries.  Megan had just dropped her panties into
the trashcan at the mildly public rest stop off, signaling to Paul that she
was willing to follow all of his orders.  She was to use her safe word,
Yellow, if she thought it was too much, but she had never thought of using
her safe word before.

   She loved her safe word, it's power, and what it released her from. 
Before, Paul would always have to stop whatever he was doing when Megan
would say `No,' or `Stop,' or `That hurts.' Now when Paul instructs her and
disciplines her, she could say what ever she wants, what ever her gut
reaction is without fear that it would end the session.  It allows her the
freedom to fully experience the session without losing the progress.  The
sessions had brought her to tears many times, the pain seemed almost
unbearable.  She has pushed through all of those times, showing how much
Paul's training had helped her to become so much stronger.  Now they were
pushing new barriers, since she had over come the pain barrier.

   She sat down in front of dark sunglasses wearing Paul, where a short
brick wall in the rest area provided them only the slightest bit of privacy
from the waist down.  "Slave, put this inside of you," he handed her a
remote controlled vibrator.  "Let me watch."

   She looked around, and swallowed hard.  Her back was to the parked cars,
their table was a good distance away from them, and no one was near by. 
She grabbed a handful of skirt and exposed her closely shaven vagina.  She
slowly inserted the vibrator inside, its initially cool exterior was a
little bit of a shock to her.  "Let me know when you feel it working," and
he turned a dial up in his hand.  Shortly she let out a gasp of excitement.

   They stood up and walked into the fast food restaurant at the rest stop.
"Order me lunch," he said, and sat down at a table.  She walked up in to
the line.  Then she felt the vibrator pulsing, a few, then a break, a few,
then a break.  It had no pattern, she couldn't figure out when it was going
to happen, she was three people from the front of the line.  By the time
that she was next in line the pulses were much longer and more intense. 
She was concerned that someone near by would ask her why she hadn't
answered her phone since it seemed to have been vibrating for the last five
minutes.  She felt that her breathing had become deeper and raspier.  She
bit her bottom lip to keep her mind focused and to keep her hips from
rocking.

   When she got to the counter she slammed both hands on the counter and
her voice was very strained, "I...  Want...  A #3 and #5... 
Pleeeeeeeease.." The vibrator was pulsing intensely, her legs were shaking
to keep her upright.

   After an eternity passed, the food came.  She set it at her master.  He
handed her the remote and said, "You may come in the bathroom.  Make sure
you clean up afterward."
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