It seemed like forever to get a reply but when I did was I ever so glad! I sent a few emails and a couple of comments and one month later I got my rep...y, and a lot more... I sent back a reply to him to his email and we started talking online, We really seemed to click quickly and talked most of the night. I finally decided that I wanted to know more and gave him my number and quickly made a date with him for two day's later, I was determined not to let this one go without a fighting chance.. One of the guards provided a heavy, padded manacle, a psychiatric restraint cuff, and Annette personally locked his right wrists and tested it by tugging and pulling. Steel chain and a heavy lock held him to the radiator with enough slack that he could move to a sitting up position on his mat, but not stand.Annette left him without a backward glance or further instructions. He guessed he was in a cramped, undecorated room in the servants’ quarters on the third floor, and he could see the slight. ‘Fuck me’ I thought, we must have had a good time but damned if I remember much about it, at least there were no dead bodies lying around.Coffee was done and I took some pills to try and relieve the thumping inside my head and sat in the kitchen with my head in my hands, I was not going in the lounge, just the thought of tackling that shit made me nauseous.The sun was shining through the kitchen window, far too bright for my state of mind but I saw this figure walking down my path, I couldn’t. “I will do it. I am just nervous is all.” she replied. “And by the way, where the hell did you get all this stuff?” Polly inquired. A devious smile formed on Hannah's lips as she worked with the camera. “Our friend, Rich gave my sister and I this stuff. Over the last year or so we have added some things to kind of fuel the fantasy.” Hannah smiled. “You have actually used these things?” Polly remarked as she paced slowly along a small table of items. “Let's get started shall we? Hannah remarked..