You try to maintain that position

John’s longer strides mean that you have to practically scamper to keep up. You are so distracted by the need to keep your position that you don’t even know if you are exposing yourself with your bobbing gait.

The walk to the subway station is only two blocks, but it is the longest two-block walk you have ever undertaken. Though you don’t think the shirt you are wearing actually ever opens enough to reveal your intimate parts, the opening and closing of the front as you walk almost certainly shows anyone watching that you are not wearing anything underneath.

When you enter the sparsely-populated subway car, John sits down in one of the inward-facing seats. As you move to sit beside him, he holds up a hand to stop you. “Seats aren’t for slaves, Princess. You’ll stand right here, in front of me, and hold on to a strap.”

You have to stretch as high as you can, and even go up on your toes a bit, to reach the strap. You are humiliated afresh by this reminder that you are no longer the tall, strapping figure you once were.

“Turn around, Princess,” John tells you. You face the center of the car. You know that the bottom of the shirt, given your stretched-out arms, is dangerously close to exposing your pussy to the other passengers – if it isn’t worse than just “dangerously close.”

“So, Princess, I am sure that you are wondering if you are flashing the train,” John says from behind you, “and the answer is: you don’t know and can’t find out. Are those men looking at you looking at your pussy, or just the hem of your shirt hoping to see your pussy? Get used to not knowing such things. Slaves only get to know what their masters want them to know.” You groan inwardly, knowing that John’s attitude just presages more humiliation and uncertainty. Still, you have, again, the feeling that you are now truly alive for the first time in your life. Fear isn’t a pleasant emotion, but it is better than boredom.

You are relieved when the journey ends and you get to lower your arms, following John out of the train, and scampering behind him to Sophie’s apartment.

[This will loop back to John domming “Sophie” in her apartment from the viewpoint of “Sophie.”]