As I drove to the plant to meet him, I reviewed my situation. It was surreal. I was eight years older, his mother-in-law to be, and married to someone else. He was considering assisting my husband and me in our business. For him to give me such sexual signals didnt make sense, not in my experience, at least. The drive to the office was slow. I talked to myself the whole way, telling me this was wrong. The last block of the drive I saw Eric in a blue Mercedes in my rear view mirror.

. Starting Out After Pecks little pep talk, I just about busted my ass trying to make Ferd the Nerd happy. I smiled my sweetest, and moaned enthusiastically at the right times, and screamed when he pinched my tits and cunt lips I didnt have to fake that part, and went through all the proper gyrations. So that Ferdy -- and anyone who happened to watch the tape that Old Peck was making of my ordeal -- must have been sure that I was fucking for the pure love of it.

A couple of minutes later the other woman reappeared with a steel plate, baby bottle and a riding crop. She removed the gag from my mouth, released my ankles from the spreader bar, then asked me, "Would you like for me to massage your cock with that shocker again?" "NO, NO, PLEASE!" I exclaimed, begging her not to use it on me again. My voice warbling, tears profusely streaming from my eyes. "Then you will need to learn to obey me" she said.

" "Dont tell me, you decided to try self bondage and now you cant get free?" There was an embarrassed silence. "Mmmmph" "Ok, Ill be there in two hours." "Ummmphhhh!!!!!" "Im sorry thats the best I can do. I dont live in Boston remember! If you like I can call the fire department for you?" "Nnnnmmm!" "Was that no? Grunt once for yes twice for no." "Mmmm.......Mmmmm!" "Ok about two hours then, try to sit quietly until I get there." Nine in the morning and already a freaky day. I looked at Conway again, at those cold dead fish eyes and shuddered. Then I headed off to see my slave.

First, she needed a strategy and to properly prepare herself. I felt Jesses fingers pulling on my leather g-string. She popped open the buttons at the sides and pulled it off of me. She took my dick it hear hands and mouth and started to lick and suck on it gently until it was as hard as a rock. She continued her gentle pleasure to my dick and asked me if I liked it. I nodded happily, almost forgetting the tension on my limbs and the numb pain I was in.

Jesse woke up and rolled over. Her jaw and legs were a little stiff, but that was nothing compared to the cramps in her arms. She struggled in her straitjacket, trying to flex the muscles in her arms. She looked at the alarm clock. : AM. She looked at me as I was dreaming peacefully. She remembered falling asleep while she was locked in the basement while gagged. The gag was gone and she could move her legs.

Standing there in her slip and stockings. Cindy trembled. Her legs shook as he slowly came back to face her, and the knots of fear in her stomach got horribly worse. But there was something else, and Cindy was even more terrified and ashamed of that. The excitement was rising in her, the dreadful seething excitement that told her she was at the hands of a man who knew what he was doing. She could feel her cunt getting wet as he surveyed her with that ice-like calm.

The pain shot through her arse again and she screamed, feeling her body rock forward on her high heels. The whirling in her head increased until she couldnt think any longer and all there was in her life was pain and rising lust. "Stand up," said Bill. And, again, the sobbing librarian straightened up and looked at him through eyes half misted with tears. She fondled her - tits as she stood there, desperate to avoid giving him any more reason to whip

The torture session continues Martha stepped back and lifted the pincers until they were level with Lauras right breast. The she closed them lightly, taking in most of the breast including the nipple. Laura gave a slight gasp, but the pincers were not hurting .... yet. Martha began to close the jaws of the pincers very slowly, until the pain began to be intense. Laura sobbed, then gave a yell as Martha squeezed more.

Harriet raised her head slightly and nodded. I looked at Anna Klochek. "Done." She wasted no time. Moving to Harriets rear, she took a stance and lined up the cane, tapping it gently against Harriets nether cheeks. Harriet tensed at the sensation of the cane touching her bared seat. Ms Klochek raised her arm to shoulder level and whipped the cane down in a blur. It made a distinct whining sound before it impacted the crowns of Harriets buttocks with a sharp retort.