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.

Little had changed since the days of cheerleading and home coming queen. Though quick-witted, Dianna, like many of her ilk, lacked self-esteem. High Maintenance to her equaled an implicit unhappiness with ones own image. Equipped with a similar physique and voice to the legendary entertainer, it came as little surprise that hers was a Marilyn.Monroesque-sex kittenish sort of thing. Clearly she dreamed on with exceptional looks and equally good genes.

Chapter One of the boys took the money and lead Vera to the bathroom. He then unlocked the stop cock on the catheter with a key and let her piss very, very slowly. Every so often he stopped it and she gladly licked his ass hole for another short pea. He drew it out till she would do just about anything. He even had her drink a glass full back to show her graduated.

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.

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

Darrel sat quietly only half listening as Bob drabbled on about nothing. Bob was a bank officer on the same level as Darrel but at a different location. The two frequently had lunch together but today Darrel had other things on his mind. He had acquired a large sum of cash that had to be laundered somehow. Using the bank he worked at was out of the question. He had to find a business that handled large sums of cash legally.

Sue heard the door open again and thought those men were back. she couldnt say anything since the gag was in her mouth. And she couldnt move because of the way she was secured. Thinking of how she looked, bound, gagged, collared, blindfolded and spread wide open for anyone to see, she moaned quietly to herself. she was hating all of this, but knew she had to withstand a few more months so her little sister wouldnt forced

Scott felt a buzzing inside his stomach. His heart was pounding as his mind pondered the possibilities. An year old "stepsister?" Spending a summer with a beautiful motherdaughter that were openly and unabashedly dominant? He told himself to calm down. He was quite sure it would be a typical family and hed have to get used to sharing the house with his dads girlfriend and her

But I was also happy to be finally freed from that terribly bondage position. Again I was dragged around. I was afraid Jesse was taking me back to the basement and tried to struggle. I kicked a little with my legs but they were still like putty. One slap of the hand on my butt was enough to take the fight out of me. Jesse let me lie on the floor of the living room for a while as she panted. She wasnt used to hauling an almost pound dead weight around. She stared at me for a while. She just loved how helpless and vulnerable I looked there lying at her feet and she smiled happily. She wished the moment could last forever. She thought about whether or not she would

Kerri laughed at Caytin. "You, her glorified lapdog are going to deal with me?" His laughter died in his throat as Caytin was across the room and had yanked him up. "This glorified lapdog as you call me, is three times the man you are, and if you do not sit down, and shut up, I am going to prove it." He slammed Kerri back down into his chair. "I mean what I say.