He opens the car door and quickly, efficiently, ties her hands behind her back. Then he helps her into the passenger seat. He reclines the seat and slowly unbuttons the front of her dress. Once unbuttoned he slips the dress off her shoulders, pulling it down behind her and tucks the sides of dress underneath her.  She is wearing nothing underneath the skirt and is now exposed to anyone who can see down into the car. Soon they are on the highway and as is his habit his hand finds her. He squeezes her breasts. Pinches her nipples. Pokes his finger into her bellybutton. When he touches her knee she knows what he wants and she spreads her legs wide, as wide as the space in the car will allow. He caresses her leg just above the knee and she knows he is feeling the muscle underneath. He has told her he likes her with muscles and often supervises her yoga workout. Which she does naked. Which he photographs with her camera. He has a photo history of her from the first day they met. Sometimes he will slideshow them on the tv. She has learned he rarely makes it past the ones with the welts without pushing her face to the floor.

The only time she is allowed to wear any clothing is if they go out in public. So today she is wearing a sundress. Was wearing a sundress. Now a truck driver is staring at her, licking his lips as he watches a hand sliding further up her leg. The people in the grocery store, especially the men, had stared at her too but she was used to it. She was attractive, long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, lean fit body, and she had a few more buttons undone on her dress than the average woman in the store. She had been showing enough cleavage to reveal tan lines. He loves tan lines too and makes sure she has them. The dress also open up enough at the bottom to reveal quite a bit of tanned thigh. The same thigh he was sliding his hand up right now. But what gathered the most attention was the thick silver band around her neck. She imagined most people thought it was necklace. A few might recognize it for what it is, a stainless steel collar. He had put it on her and had told her it would never be taken off. But beyond the collar what caught the eye was something clipped onto it. A constant reminder of what had happened to her. A reminder of of being kidnapped and held captive in large cage-like room in an empty warehouse. A reminder of being raped. A reminder of being punished with a belt or a crop for making him repeat himself or not correctly following an order. Sometimes he punished her for not exercising hard enough. Basically she was punished for any little transgression. But at the same time she knew he was proud of her. That was why he made her exercise and eat right. He wanted her to look her best. He was the one who unbuttoned her dress before she went in the store. It was why had her dress open now. He was showing her off. Hanging on the collar was a lock. The one he had used to lock the cage door almost a year ago.

A little sigh, a little smile as another truck driver watches as he pushes his finger inside her. She wonders if he is surprised at how wet she is. But she knows something he doesn't. She knows she has forgotten to get his favorite cookies at the store. Again.