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Serena
by Arty

6.	Trip to Wonderland

We stood together at the bottom of the drive. I felt
slightly silly in just my coat and a pair of slippers.
Serena had wanted me to wear trainers -- she'd said I would
look cute bending over with nothing on as I tried to undo
the laces. Serena looked sexy in her calf-length raincoat
and a pair of court shoes. She hadn't bothered to do up any
of the buttons but had simply used the belt to hold it
closed. Each time I turned to look at her, I could see a
wonderful amount of cleavage. I pondered this; why was I
turned on by this display, when in a few minutes we would be
naked and I would see much more of her?

The car making its all but silent arrival interrupted my
train of thought. We waited for Sylvie to open the door for
us. Serena turned to me.

"Strip now, David, and get in the car and kneel."

I slipped out of my footwear and I shrugged off my coat.
Even though I can't have been exposed for more than a
second, it felt like hours at least. In my haste I almost
sat on the seat, but remembered Serena's last instruction
and knelt in the way that I had practiced earlier. My pulse
was as fast as if I had run a five-minute mile and I
concentrated on breathing slowly, lest I faint from
hyperventilation. Serena followed me into the car in a much
more leisurely fashion; her position mirrored mine and she
smiled gently in encouragement.

The limousine started away with a barely perceptible jerk. I
stared at Serena's gently swaying breasts. This was not the
most sensible thing to do if I was trying to stay flaccid. I
realised this as I felt myself start to harden. Serena was
no help as she licked her lips and leered at my erection. I
closed my eyes and tried to think of something mundane.
Unfortunately each activity that I considered seemed to be
invaded by the remembered sensation of a pair of lips and a
tongue. All too soon I felt the turning that heralded the
final few hundred yards along the drive up to the mansion.

I felt myself blush crimson as I realised that I would be
meeting my fiancée's mother naked and with an erection! I
opened my eyes as we drew to a halt and Serena grinned
mischievously. I swear that she was telepathic. I groaned
inaudibly as I glanced out and saw Serena's mother waiting
for us. I thanked whatever Gods were listening just then,
for the absence of Jack. We waited with varying degrees of
impatience and trepidation for Sylvie to open the doors of
the limousine.

I felt a breeze as the door opened behind me and I slid
carefully out of the car. Serena must have had soles of
iron, as the gravel seemed to be tearing my feet to shreds.
I swayed as I tried to find a position that didn't hurt my
feet. The pain distracted me for a while so it was an
embarrassing surprise when I looked up and saw that Serena
and her mother had come from around the other side of the
car. Salome stared frankly at my erection.

"I can see why you don't want to let this one go."

"Mother!"

"Since David is finding the gravel a bit uncomfortable shall
we adjourn to the grass?"

We all made our way to the grass where Serena knelt
gracefully, extending her head forward while holding her
hair away with both hands. Salome indicated that I should
kneel also. Taking one of the collars that she held, she
buckled it onto her daughter and checked it for tightness. I
leant forward and lifted my chin expecting her to do the
same. She shook her head.

"Oh no, I won't be collaring you. That is only done by your
Mistress," she stroked her daughter's hair. "Or your Master,
should you ever have one."

She signalled to her daughter, who regained her feet and
walked to stand in front of me. I was still staring at her
feet when I felt her hand underneath my chin as she raised
my head to look into my eyes. Her mother handed her the
remaining collar, which she took and placed around my neck.
Before she buckled it, she spoke to me -- asking me the
questions that we had discussed at various times the
previous week.

"Do you willingly submit to me for as long as I shall deem
necessary?"

"I do."

"Will you do your utmost to obey me in all things?"

"I will."

"Do you accept punishment as the consequence for being
unable to do my will?"

"I shall."

"Will you love, honour and obey me?" She winked at me as she
ad-libbed a parody of the wedding service from the Book of
Common Prayer.

"I do." 

I tried to show her with my eyes and my demeanour that I was
serious about marrying her; whatever the circumstances. She
started to tear up a little as she realised what I had said.

"Will you accept this collar as a token of the vows that you
have just taken?"

"I will." 

With that she buckled the collar tight. Even for someone as
used to wearing ties as the average British office worker,
the collar was different again. I waited as she checked the
fit. My breathing was not affected, but each time I
swallowed I felt the restriction of the collar. It was an
ever-present reminder of my servitude. Serena bent down and
kissed me. She had kissed me many times before but for some
reason this kiss was different; I felt owned. She stopped
kissing me and signalled that I should rise.

"Well done, David." I smiled at the praise. "Now, some
rules: firstly, do not speak unless you are asked to
respond. Second, I am 'Mistress Jane', or 'Mistress'. Third,
apart from 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No Mistress' the first and
last word from you should be 'Mistress'. Finally, I want you
sexually aroused at all times in my presence, unless I tell
you otherwise - but you may not cum unless you are given
permission." She looked at me, as I digested the weight of
her words. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." 

She stared at my erection, which had started to flag a
little. I followed the direction of her gaze and I blushed
as I realised that I would have to do something about it in
front of her mother. I started to move my hand and then I
realised that I didn't know if I should ask permission. I
looked pleadingly at my Mistress.

"Would you like to ask a question, David?"

"Mistress, may I use my hand?" I paused and then I
remembered the third rule. "Mistress."

She smirked at my obvious lapse, but she seemed disposed to
let it go this once. "Yes, David, you may use your hand to
wank for me." 

I flushed bright red at her choice of words, but bit my
tongue and started to stroke my rapidly declining erection.
I'd thought that arriving with a hard-on was the ultimate in
embarrassment. I discovered that masturbating in front of
your future mother-in-law ranks up there in the
stratosphere, along with farting loudly in church and that
sort of thing. I was perversely turned-on and in no time my
erection was as hard as it had ever been. In an effort to
take my mind off things, I stared at my Mistress's crotch
and was profoundly pleased to discover that she was as
aroused as I was.

"I think that's enough for now. We don't want you to break
rule four so early in the proceedings, do we?"

Rule four? What was rule four? I replayed her first
instructions in my mind, '... you may not cum unless you are
given permission.' I let go of myself as if I had been
scalded. I groaned as I felt that terrible weakness that
pervades you just as you are about to ejaculate. I believed
that I could actually feel the fluid entering the base of my
penis. I watched in horrified fascination as it twitched in
time with the beating of my heart. Slowly, oh so slowly I
felt myself retreat from the precipice as I moaned in
frustration. Serena, I caught myself, Mistress Jane watched
this performance with a wicked smile.

"Now that you've cooled down I think we can go inside."

She leant forward and gently grasped my cock and started to
lead me towards the house. I heard Salome chuckle as I
attempted not to place my full weight on my feet in a vain
effort to reduce the pain of the sharp gravel.

"Just try and walk normally. It's a lot less painful in the
long run."

I did as she suggested and discovered that she was correct;
I reflected that my feet were likely to be getting a lot
tougher in the next few weeks. I wondered what would happen
next, but the constant light tugging kept derailing my
thoughts as my new Mistress led me through the house towards
the next part of my training.

We arrived at a door labelled 'Supplies'. Serena let go of
me and bade me stay and none too soon. My arousal level was
dangerously high and it had been all too likely that I would
have broken rule four in a humiliating fashion. I waited
impassively as she opened the door to reveal a small
cupboard full of various odd pieces of leather, some of
which I recognised and others that I could fathom no use
for. Serena, I caught myself again - this was much harder
than I thought it would be - Mistress Jane selected several
things and then closed the door.

"Close your eyes."

I did so and then felt something substantial wrapped around
my head. Instinctively I tried to open my eyes and realised
that I couldn't; a soft sponginess kept my eyelids closed. I
felt something being wrapped around each of my wrists.

"Hands behind your back."

Again, I hurried to do as I was told. I heard a faint click
and my hands were now all but useless -- trapped behind me.
I struggled a little when I realised what had been done,
then I felt Mistress' breath on my ear as she whispered
calmingly to me.

"Shh. It's all right. I love you. No harm will come to you,
relax."

I felt the incipient panic recede as she continued to croon
in my ear and rub my shoulders gently. When she felt that I
had calmed sufficiently she stopped and I felt the wrapping
sensation around each ankle. I diverted myself by trying to
imagine what I looked like. The vision of a naked slave
collared, cuffed and blindfolded brought a surge of arousal
and I moaned in frustration as I realised that I couldn't
cum without permission. Although tied as I was, there was
nothing I could do about it anyway. I wondered how long this
would continue.

"Oh! You look so hot, my darling Slave." I felt a burst of
pleasure; my Mistress was pleased with me! Then I felt her
hand tugging on my cock again and I moaned again as the
feelings started to build. She let go.

"Obviously rule four will be a problem for you, so you have
permission to warn me if you are about to cum." There was a
pause, "Just say 'Mistress' and I will understand. Is that
clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She grasped me again and our strange procession continued.
Occasionally I heard comments.

"Way to go Sofia!"

"He's a hot one."

"Can I have him when you've finished with him?"

I felt my face burning, but strangely, I knew that had I not
been blindfolded I would have found the comments much harder
to bear. When I realised this I felt humbled by the depth of
understanding that she had displayed in blindfolding me in
the first place. Then I realised that if I wasn't careful I
was going to cum.

"Mistress."

I felt the air, cooling the slight moisture that had
gathered from my Mistress' hand on me. In another burst of
understanding I realised that this was probably harder on
her than on me; at least all I had to do was do as I was
told. I resolved there and then to do the best that I could
for her, not to shirk anything.

"Shall we continue?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I felt her hand again, for the first time it seemed
different, proprietorial. I wondered at myself, but I
couldn't shake the feeling, nor could I deny how arousing it
felt to be at her mercy. Just as I was beginning to think
that I would have to alert my Mistress once more to my
imminent release, she let go of me. Unfortunately, I took a
half step after she had let go and I collided with her hip.
The feel of her bare skin on mine was almost too much in my
heightened state and I gasped at the sudden contact. I tried
to step back and almost tripped. I felt her hands on my
shoulders steadying me. She kissed me on the tip of my nose
and spoke to me warmly.

"You're doing very well." She giggled, "For a beginner. But
don't worry, I'll make a proper slave of you yet." I heard a
door opening and she led me into a room. I felt my wrists
being unlinked and I worked my shoulders to ease the ache
that had I had begun to feel there. "There's a bed in front
of you, about four paces. I want you to walk forward until
you feel the edge of the bed on your knees. The head of the
bed is on your right. When you reach the bed I want you to
lie on it on your back with your arms and legs spread as
widely as you can manage. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Off you go then."

I hesitated to take the first step into the blackness.
SMACK! SMACK! I heard, then felt two swift hand-spanks to
each bottom cheek. I blushed at the childishness of it and
almost involuntarily I took that first tentative step. I
berated myself for hesitating, she wasn't about to let me
injure myself; she loved me. Blind people did this all the
time for crying out loud. I tried to make the next two steps
more confidently. On the fourth step I was careful to expect
the touch of something and was rewarded by the feel of
bedclothes at about knee-level. I stood with both legs
touching the bed and leant forward until I felt the bed with
both my hands. I tried to gauge the width and decided that
it was a double bed or larger. I crawled onto the bed and
arranged myself as I had been told.

"Well done, eventually." I was unreasonably pleased with the
compliment and also upset that I had disappointed her even
slightly. Why was I feeling like this? All week long, Serena
had been trying to tell me how she felt and I thought I had
understood. Now I was actually experiencing it for myself -
if only for such a short while - and the feelings were
already starting to overwhelm me. The gentle tug on my right
ankle alerted me that I was being bound spread-eagled to the
bed. I felt hands behind my head and the blindfold was
removed. I kept my eyes closed. She kissed them.

"Very well done. You remembered." I could hear the genuine
pride in her voice and my heart soared, I had pleased her
greatly. "You may open your eyes now." 

I opened them to see her face inches from mine, alight with
love. I yearned to tell how I felt, but she had forbidden me
my voice. It was so unfair, I wanted to tell her how much I
loved her and she wouldn't let me! I couldn't even touch
her; how could she do this to me? I saw my feelings
reflected in her face and her words from last week came back
to me, 'You're going to feel exposed and helpless and you
will hate me.' Oh God, I almost had and we hadn't been doing
this for more than an hour. Feeling so helpless I started to
cry and once I started I couldn't stop. She held me then and
crooned words of love and caring as I sobbed wordlessly.

Eventually the storm subsided. I was about to speak when she
placed a finger on my lips and I remembered rule one. I had
gone limp as I cried and she looked at me significantly as
she fondled me.

"We'll deal with your punishment for this later." Before I
could even begin to consider the unfairness of this she
continued speaking. "Now it's time to please me. I want you
to make me cum and to keep making me cum until I tell you to
stop." 

With that she straddled my head facing my feet and lowered
herself towards my waiting mouth. Here was an order I was
absolutely delighted to obey without reservation. I lifted
my head and extended my tongue as I began to lick and nibble
my way along her slit. I heard her sigh in satisfaction and
felt myself get hard in a surge of arousal. Her wetness
started in earnest and I was delighted to lick and suck
everywhere to ensure that I didn't miss a drop. I felt her
start to stiffen and moan as I raised my head to get closer
to her clitoris, but she rotated her hips and I was left
with little choice but to lick where she wanted me to. I'd
not licked her 'back there' before so I was unsure about the
taste, but to my surprise I tasted nothing but her juices. I
began to explore her anus with much more enthusiasm. As I
pushed the tip of my tongue into her, she screamed and came.
As she did so she collapsed forward and I was able to
continue with my ministrations.

After sometime I realised that I was becoming very aroused
indeed. I could feel the telltale tingling that presaged my
orgasm! I tried to pull back and warn my Mistress but I was
unable to get the word out and I groaned as I felt myself
pumping helplessly as I came. The sight of me coming with no
physical stimulation must have been enough to push my
Mistress over the edge and she collapsed onto me, making it
difficult to breathe. Even so, I tried to keep stimulating
her and eventually I heard her groan in protest as she
rolled off me. Before I could take a breath she had grasped
my head with both of her hands and kissed me, taking
possession of my mouth in a demanding and powerful way. I
felt my senses reel; suddenly she stood up and examined me
from head to foot.

"I don't remember giving you permission to cum."

"Mistress, sorry, Mistress."

"There's no point in apologising." She chuckled. "Slavery
means never having to say you're sorry." I smiled, unable to
resist her infectious grin.

"While I'm flattered that you enjoyed pleasuring me so much,
it's still an infraction."

She unfastened my left wrist.

"You can finish the rest. You have a minute to get yourself
over my knee." She turned and walked to the straight-backed
chair that stood at the foot of the bed and sat down. I
heaved and stretched and after two or three attempts I was
able to free my other wrist. I was conscious of the seconds
ticking away as I struggled to undo my right ankle.
Eventually I managed it and the final ankle should have been
the work of an instant, but I fumbled the clip and it took
much longer than it should have. At long last I threw myself
from the bed and lay myself across my Mistress's lap as I
had been ordered. I was out of breath and I lay there
breathing hard waiting to see if I had made it in time.

"Not bad. Were it not for the final fumble, you might have
made it. As it was you took 73 seconds." I felt her hand
stroking my bottom; my cheeks twitched as she dragged a
finger between them. I blushed crimson as I imagined the
picture I must be making -- me, a grown man, naked over the
lap of a young woman waiting for a spanking. "Now let us
see; that's five strokes for not remaining erect, a further
five strokes for cumming without permission and..." she paused
in thought, though she continued to play with my bum. "Yes a
three-minute warm-up spanking for the delay in making it
here."

She waited. I sensed expectancy; what was she waiting for? I
searched my memory and finally I remembered something from
the time I'd seen her mother administer the punishment for
sitting on the furniture.

"Mistress, please give me my warm-up spanking, Mistress." 

I lay there feeling smug that I had remembered the rule
about 'Mistress' being the first and last word in anything I
said and for remembering to ask for my punishment.
Unfortunately I'd forgotten the rule about not speaking
without permission!

"That's very good my dearest slave, but you really should
have waited for me to ask you to proceed." I groaned in
defeat. "However I think I'll just extend the warm-up
spanking by thirty seconds as you really were trying to
please me." I could hear the slightly patronising tone in
her voice and this irritated me. Bloody hell, I'd been doing
this for less than a day; she couldn't really expect
perfection from the start, could she? It seemed she did.
"Now we can't have you tensing this delightful bottom of
yours while I'm spanking it as it I might hurt my hand. So,
if you will rest your feet with the soles up and turn your
toes in." I did as she asked and found that in this position
I couldn't tense my bottom very much at all. "That's very
good. You may proceed."

Her final command almost caught me off-guard so I stuttered
out the words that I had said so confidently just a few
seconds before. "M... Mistress, p...please give me my warm-up
spanking, Mistress."

She stroked my now totally relaxed bottom. "Since you asked
me so nicely I will." And with that she began to spank me.
Individually the spanks were each quite bearable, but within
a minute the sting built up and I felt that my bottom was on
fire. I could feel the tears welling up, but I was
determined not to let them fall. Of course I failed and when
eventually I was unable bear any more, the fact that I had
held them back seemed to make it all the worse. The last
minute or so saw me sobbing and crying like a ten-year old.
It took me a while to realise that she had stopped spanking
me.

"Up you get and kneel on the bed, face down and knees as
wide apart as you can make them." 

I did as she bid and my face burned as I realised just how
exposed this made me feel; even my anus was visible in this
position. I tried to think what would happen next, but the
stinging from my bottom made coherent thought all but
impossible.

"Put your hands behind your back." I did so and I felt her
clip the cuffs together. "Now, you're going to get ten
strokes of the strap. You must ask for each stroke and thank
me for each one afterwards. Since this is your first time
you may cry out, though you should try not to. When we are
finished you should thank me for the punishment and then you
should kiss the strap. I know my Master thinks this is
tacky; but like mother, like daughter as they say. You may
proceed."

"Mistress, please give me my first stroke, Mistress."

I waited interminable seconds and then suddenly -- CRACK!
The sound more than anything made me jump. Then the sting
followed and I gasped in surprise at the pain. Fresh tears
started; eventually I remembered my instructions.

"Mistress, that was one. Please give me my second stroke,
Mistress."

I heard her walk around the bed and the second stroke was no
less a surprise. Though I steeled myself, the pain was just
as great. I started to sob again; through my sobs I managed
to get the required words out. Like the spanking, the
strapping had a cumulative effect, but this time along with
the pain grew my resentment. This punishment was unfair. I
couldn't help my bodily reactions. Why was she hurting me
so? The tenth stroke arrived and I gritted my teeth and
barely got the required words out. She held the strap to my
mouth and I pressed my lips to it. She dropped the strap on
the bed and walked to the door.

"Come." 

She waited impassively as I struggled to get off the bed and
make my way towards her. I was still angry with her, which
left me no room to feel embarrassed as she leant forward and
grasped my still-erect cock and led me from the room.

This time on my journey through the corridors she did not
spare my blushes with a blindfold; though my resentment was
still enough to mute most of my possible embarrassment.
Soon, but not soon enough for me, we stood in front of
another door, which Mistress Jane opened and led me through,
still holding me by my erection. The walls and ceiling were
covered in mirrors; I found it disconcerting and
disorientating to be surrounded by never ending reflections
of myself.

"Kneel."

The peremptory command snapped out and almost without
conscious thought, I found myself kneeling with my knees
spread wide. My Mistress bent down and unclipped my wrist
cuffs.

"Hands."

It took some thought before I realised what she was getting
at; so she was starting to get impatient before I placed my
hands on the back of my neck. Once they were in position my
wrist cuffs were clipped to convenient rings set into my
collar. Once more the use of my hands was denied to me.

"Wait here."

With that Serena turned and left the room. I knelt alone in
the mirrored room and pondered my fate. The time passed very
slowly with nothing to do but kneel and think. Just as I was
starting to feel petulant that I was being ignored the door
opened and Salome walked into the room. In her hand she
carried a crop. I flushed with shame as she walked around
me, examining my body minutely.

"You'll do. Stand please." 

Standing with one's hands attached to one's neck is not a
skill that is considered useful by most educational
establishments and so I was sadly lacking in the knowledge
necessary to make it a graceful exercise on my part.
Eventually, I managed to get off my knees; though I almost
fell flat on my face in the process. Salome made no attempt
to help me and occasionally smirked at my contortions. By
the time I was standing upright, I was feeling hot,
bothered, and a sullen rage was starting to burn in me.

"Finally. Now the name of the game is posture and stillness.
I'm going to put you into a posture and then you must
maintain it for three minutes without moving a muscle." She
chuckled mirthlessly. "Except to breathe, of course. If you
move I will give you a stroke with the crop and the
three-minute period will start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Let's get you into position, shall we?" With that she
widened the spread of my feet; then with gentle touches she
pushed and pulled me into a more balanced posture. After a
few seconds I realised that though this new posture was
better for me -- I felt more natural and I could breath more
easily -- it was different enough from my normal slouch that
it felt uncomfortable too. Slowly I began to realise that
standing still for three minutes would be more of an ordeal
than I first thought.

And so it proved to be; each little twitch on my part earned
me a stroke from Salome, who used the leather loop at the
end of the crop to administer a sharp and humiliating smack.
The worst of strokes was when my erection started to flag
and the stroke from the crop fell on it. I wasn't sure what
was worse, the pain or the fact that I got hard again from
the stimulation. After the fourth or fifth time, she dropped
the loop of the crop over my penis and manipulated my
foreskin back and forth. My face burned with shame as she
brought me to the brink and then released me.

"That should keep you hard for long enough." 

I'd thought that meeting her like I had was bad enough but
now she had masturbated me! And I'd enjoyed it! I'd almost
cum at the hands of my fiancée's mother! How could she allow
this to happen to me? During this final stint I found it
much easier to remain still, perhaps because my thoughts
were awhirl with the shame and humiliation of my situation,
or perhaps because the training technique was working.
Whatever the reason, a few minutes later Salome pronounced
herself satisfied and bade me kneel and wait for my
Mistress.

Again I knelt and waited for ages. Finally the door opened
and Serena signalled for me to stand. This was the final
straw, she wouldn't even talk to me now! Sullenly, I
struggled to my feet. Unlike her mother, Serena didn't smile
and watched me impassively as I finally regained my feet. My
traitorous cock was still hard and grew harder as she
approached me and took her usual hold on me and led me from
the room. This time our journey took us down into the
cellars. I'd managed to look outside as we passed a window
and I could see that it was very dark. I realised with a
shock that I had no idea how long this day had been.

We stopped outside a small room that contained a bed. The
entrance was a simple archway; of course slaves didn't
require privacy I realised. Serena led me into the room and
sat me on the bed. She picked up a coil of chain that I
hadn't noticed before from the centre of the bed and clipped
it to a ring on the front of my collar. She unclipped my
wrists from the collar and from each other. Quickly she
pushed me prone and clipped my wrists back together with
barely a pause my ankles were bent up and clipped to each
other and to my wrists. Again I was helplessly
uncomfortable. Serena pushed my on to my side and began to
stroke my erect penis. Her considerable skill soon had me
close to coming. When she stopped I groaned in despair, but
she knelt down and engulfed me in her mouth and I groaned
for another reason.

She didn't tease me. Just sucked me until I came; then she
kissed me. She hadn't swallowed my cum and she shared her
mouthful generously with me. I'd not been shy about kissing
her after oral sex and had tasted traces of myself before.
This was different. I tried to pull back, but her hands on
my head and the hog-tie in which I was bound made this
impossible. Eventually, when I had been forced to swallow
all of my semen, she broke the kiss.

"Good night, Slave."

She didn't wait for my answer and thus I escaped punishment
for not calling her 'Mistress'.

I wondered if I could sleep like this. My shoulders ached,
as did my legs. My bottom still throbbed from the warm-up
spanking and the strapping. My cock was no longer erect and
I could feel the ache from the slaps from the crop that
Salome had given me. My nose itched. I buried my face in the
blanket and tried to ease the irritation but this just
seemed to make it worse. I felt the prickle of sweat
breaking out as the itch in my nose seemed to grow and
dominate my entire conscious mind. For some reason the fact
that I could not scratch my own nose incensed me and I could
feel my anger growing. All the petty hurts, all the negative
feelings from earlier on returned to feed the flames.

I was as tense as a bowstring. My shoulders were burning, my
legs were aching and everywhere there were itches. There was
nothing I could do about any of them. Finally I could stand
it no more and I writhed about on the bed, trying to free
myself from the cuffs or unclip something. I failed and in
my failure I snapped.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I HATE YOU!" 

My scream of rage was cut short as I realised what I had
said. And then I cried; great heaving sobs that wrenched at
my throat. At some point, I became aware of softness next to
my cheek and soothing words being spoken. My sobs became
less and I felt myself drift into sleep.

-Continued-

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