To her home(and personal dungeon)

Augustine opens the back door of her car and throws your things inside as well as you, forcing you to lay down on her seats, and she also straps a small, cordless vibrator on your inner thigh and sets it on random. “The night isn’t over yet, Samantha.” She shuts the door, and get in the driver’s seat of her BMW 5 Series 540i Sedan with black leather interior. “Now, sweetie. Don’t get any fluids on my seats or I will be very cross with you.”

Before you can acknowledge her, she pulls out of the parking lot at a blistering pace, and the city lights get behind you and fade, and you can’t see where you are at, but it seems familiar to you, though you can’t explain why. The highway lights' orange glow is soothing and despite the occasional bump in the highway and the vibrator changing pace, keeping you aroused and on edge(thanks to the chastity cage) you somehow manage to begin to be lulled to sleep, when the Principal pulls into her driveway.

She stops the car and opens your door, and drags you out, making you lean on her car as a result of your weakened legs. She then tugs at the leash, dragging you inside her home. She opens the front door, and shuts it behind you. She then opens a door to your immediate right, and leads you down those stairs.

Downstairs is a large dungeon, filled with whips, cuffs and other gear. A couple cages with a throne and a bondage cross. The standard amenities from what you can tell. A hallway leads elsewhere, deeper into the dungeon. She makes a left, and puts you in a cell. She removes the vibrator, gag cuffs, and leaves the collar.

“Sleep well dearie. We will continue in the morning.” She cackles devilishly and leaves you alone in the dark.