Conscious of his maintained contact, she wriggles out of her pants and, without prompting, also removes her underwear and socks.Conscious of his maintained contact, she wriggles out of her pants and, without prompting, also removes her underwear and socks. When they have been neatly added to her coat and pack, she assumes the postion he taught her, knees spread wide, hands laced at the back of her head, and waits patiently for him to tell her what he wants. "Lie stomach down on the desk," is the command which comes down to her. The surface of the desk is as smooth and cool as she remembers; the edges cut slightly into her shins, and she wriggles up so that both her head and her feet hang over the ends of the desk. He watches her settle herself with something approaching satisfaction. All of the old feelings and attitudes are flowing back into him, back through him, and he watches from inside himself as the persona of her master takes hold of him again. |