He took hold of the leather strap fixed to the post and clipped it into the iron link at its top. I breathed quickly. It was impossible to hide the thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. I wanted to urge him to wind the strap more quickly into the collar at my neck. I wanted to plead with him to draw my neck against the post tighter than ever before. I wanted him to make me more secure than I had ever felt. I wanted to hang against the unforgiving post, limp yet constrained, captive and hopeless. I just wanted... Syra is back in the iron grip of a harsh master, and has to escape. A stranger helps her and once again she takes off across America on a voyage of discovery. This time her encounters drive her ever deeper into her own sexual desires and into her desperate need for submission and humiliation. In vividly recalled surroundings with beautiful and dangerous strangers, Syra recounts her descent into a final understanding of her true erotic nature. Graphic and fast moving - as only Syra Bond can write.