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And I came home a bit earlier that day. Well guys, that was the day my life got changed. Here is the the best part .. .. What came next varied. Some days Ash would use her for a video shoot, either as her slave or as a decoration. Other days Ash would whore her out to whomever was willing to pay. While we are not religious, Sir and i do keep Christmas. We enjoy a tree and having family come in and presents and lights and all the trimmings. I suppose we are celebrating the solstice as much as anything...the turning of the year and the return of longer days. More later...We went to dinner one evening after shopping! And then there was Christmas with family! Please note ..I encourage you to have eaten something light 2/3 hours before your visit to me, particularly if your clinical session is longer, this ensures any nerves, adrenalin and excitement are harnessed to compliment your clinical session rather than hindering it on an empty stomach. I would like you to be fully hydrated, ideally the day before also, thus keeping blood pressure levels normal and you feeling great.

I had to insist to myself, as I peeled off her mac and pulled the duvet over her now-stiffening body, that there had been no "disaster". All of this was paid for by Ash’s mother. Although the punk woman didn’t like to talk about her family, typically claiming she had none, the truth was she was quite close to her mother, having always been her favorite. Furthermore, her family had grown incredibly wealthy since the mid 20th century when they’d become involved in organized crime, their power eventually growing to the point where they practically controlled the city. I pressed the door bell... no response….I press the door bell again still no response...but just as I turning to go away the door opened. A voice echoed from the darkness of a long hallway. She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar.Bondage of this caliber was something she always dreamed of in her darkest fantasies. She loved the isolation and the immobility and wanted nothing more but to melt away into the bliss of perfect bondage. But she couldn’t get herself even the slightest bit horny. She was just miserable, stewing in her sweat from the multiple layers of heavy bondage, and constantly wishing for her imprisonment to end. I am agreeing to all this for the usual reasons...I love him, I'm his sub and I love to please him. We've just never had the opportunity to push the endurance and lifestyle this much, but since I am no longer employed and can just stay at home, it makes for a great opportunity. Also, I am setting an example for maid. I thought of other things, you know. Like the wooden horse. Do you know that? You have to sit astride a narrow plank thing. I could fit that up. Especially with you to help. You will help, won't you?" She was pulling the wood out into the middle of the floor. "Can we just do this?" I’m jealous. I wish I could justify the cost of a custom made outfit or lie in a vacuum bed without feeling self conscious about myself. I heard these things, and in a way understood them, but they didn't seem to be of much concern to me. At this point my legs must have given way and I left the scene of Sarah's penance: for a number of hours.

Liz's EncasementLiz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors. This is what I have to wear down there," she said, with something of a wry smile now. "Do you mind?"But it was clear she had no choice in the matter anyway. Dr. Meeks was already well underway. He sprayed her eyes ear and mouth with some sort of solution, muttering something about protecting the mucous membranes. His young male assistant hooked her into a harness, then unstrapped her from the wall she had been bound to. The salesgirl pushed a button on a remote control, and Rebecca felt herself lifted by some kind of crane. As she went past Dr. Meeks, he patted her foot almost kindly. "Goodbye, my dear," he said. "I hope you enjoy yourself." Oh, Liz, you look so cute inside that thing,” Elena cooed as she leaned her body forward, pushing her sizable breasts against Liz’s coffin. Liz couldn’t look down, but she imagined what Elena’s impressive cleavage looked like. She imagined that the padding was actually Elena’s body pressing against hers. “It’s been a long time since you last saw me… or anyone else for that matter.” I open the tin of wax and spread a layer of polish onto the desk….the smell of lavender combined with my new feminine outfit seemed a lovely combination….. I worked the wax into the desk top and brought it up to beautiful shine befitting the mysterious Miss Osbourne There were several rings set at various heights on the walls, so I suggested we try with one of those. I knew a good way to tie the rope this time, and had her wrist securely hitched without looking at the book once.

So whenever the clouds gathered and a raincoat seemed justified she would return to her room and take off her things - bra, slip, panties, everything - and then, enjoying the shiver as the cream rubber lining slid cool against her skin, slip into her mac. She would watch herself in the wardrobe mirror as she did up the buttons and pulled the belt tight, taking pleasure in the cinched waist, the flare of the material over her hips, the thrust of her breasts highlighted by the garment's fashionable triangles of fabric descending from the shoulder. She would then resume her day.I waited for what seemed like an age before she returned. She entered the room holding what was the familiar and dreaded shape of a school cane.