I looked up into his eyes, into Johnnys eyes. And suddenly I could say it, I could feel it and I could let it out. "Shanes gone. Hes dead.." And everything inside me broke and I crumbled, I crumbled folded into Johnnys arms while I screamed into his coat and shed tears for my lost love. A week later we buried him. At the funeral I held Johnnys arm and we both wept for the man we had

The knee-boots were hand-stitched in mirror-mirage tawny calf leather, of suppleness that enabled them to be eased over the stockings, and take on a poor rendition, redolent of the shape of Anastasias curvaceous calves. Both her maids blushed as they held Anastasias wolf-fur bloomers at the ready. Fur-lined inside, stitched fur on the outside, the blushes were from the passing thought about the sweet lips this nether garment would shortly contain.

It is a quiet peaceful almost surreal morning. I am sleepy and aching deliciously from our passion of the night before. I feel my femininity this day, as I have never felt it before. My body, no, your body, for it belongs to you quivers as I pause in the doorway, our breakfast in hand, our eyes meet and hold... Ah, this is the look you told me of. Your hungry dark eyes bore through to my soul.

" Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them. Our current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long time planning how it would be done. Early in the day they had both been fed and showered and now sat in the The cat suit was crotchless allowing us easy access to her vagina and the built in bondage bra had small openings allowing the breasts to bulge through. Rings through her pierced nipples were pulled to each side and attached to the spokes with thin cord. Amys jaws were spread wide with a metal ring gag and her head tightly laced into a kid leather

"Discipline. Good." His eyes were glazed. "Anything?" he said again. "Anything I want?" "As I said," David said. "Within reason." "Reason. Yes." The man paused. "Come with me," he said. The house was large and ornate. The man led them to a small elevator, which took them down into the basement. There he unlocked a thick black door with an old-fashioned key and ushered them inside. It was a classic torture chamber, complete with stone walls. Manacles hung from the walls and the ceiling. There were whips and branding irons on display. A small cage stood in one corner, a huge St. Andrews cross in another. In the center of the room was an object that looked like a large

Suddenly the status of the prisoner changes to slave and her destination to South America. It was dusk as Cindy sped down the Ohio interstate taking great care to abide by the speed limits. Although transporting the fugitive in the current manner was perfectly legal the basic rule was to avoid the police or anyone seeing the restrained prisoner, the cell rang and Cindy answered. It was her boss Russell Schenck, owner of the Acme Bail Bond Agency. The message was short and was to call him as soon as possible from a land line. Must be something important Cindy reasoned.

She saw nipple clamps, whips, chains, all types of bondage equipment. If she was expected to go to an orgy every week, she thought, she may as well try to get used to as much of this equipment as possible. A shop assistant approached her. Hello, Madam, can I be of any help? No thanks, muttered Laura, nervously. I am only looking. She looked at the whips, and the bondage clothes again. Bravely, she picked up the whip, and the basque in her size, and nervously went to the paydesk. The same assistant looked at her, as she paid for her purchases. You are new around here, arent you? asked the assistant. Yes. I start a new job in a month? Where will you be

The three girls and their teacher strode heads high back into the hall to find the men had returned from their shopping trip and were sitting on the floor drinking cans of beer and chomping their way through mounds of sandwiches. The Boss signalled the girls to sit off to one side, but his men moaned and eventually he consented to let them join the circle and have something to eat. Miss Tomkins sat by the boss, and the other three were made to sit spaced out, one at each quarter point of the circle.

"May, would you mind loaning me one of your slippers please? Louise, remove your skirt and knickers please." "Oh no. Please let me keep my knickers on. They wont make much difference will they?" "Louise, you were told it was to be a bare bum hiding and that is what you are going to get. End of argument! Bare your bum or we will do it for you." Reluctantly she removed the offending garment and laid herself across my lap.

We stopped at a cell occupied by two girls. Unlike the occupants of some of the other cells, these two wore clothes. The older woman was in her mid-thirties, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a fairly expensive female business suit complete with stockings and sensible pumps. She mumbled something into her gag and tried to move forward, but the steel collar around her neck stopped her