But when I looked more closely, I detected the tiniest chip along the upper rim. Hardly anything, nearly invisible, but something all the same--a flaw... and ugly now that I knew about it--a sign of my failure. I thought, oh, if I could find the missing piece I'd redeem myself, and so, after setting the damaged cup most carefully upon a flat part of the split rock which had moments before saved my life, I got down on my hands and knees and searched. I searched and searched, scouring the ground. " I could hear the satisfaction in her voice at her totalcontrol of me. When I tried to question her there was no response orecho - she had disconnected the microphone. I felt a push against theinflated bag in which I was confined and I began to gently sway backand forth. "I'm sure you've heard of sensory deprivation, well now youcan experience it, knowing all the time that you are completelydependent on me, your mistress and owner, for everything."I lay immobile, cocooned in darkness and the. Her eyes had started to roll back in her head and her body was still trembling from the shock of the previous assault. Lia stared at the ceiling hoping beyond hope that everything would just fade to black. She'd given up all hope of being saved or rescued or even surviving. She just hoped it would end soon. Even if she could, Lia wasn't sure she'd want to. Her body was destroyed, she'd have to wear a butt plug for the rest of her life and she had no doubt that she was probably pregnant. A. My stomach, arms and legs have a little definition. My mom, is 55 or so, thinner than me and trimmer. Long light brown with highlights in her hair. We werent exactly poor, but not super wealthy or anything. My parents always did pick up extra work when it was available though. Later on, my dad picked up another job. He had this big truck and for it, he bought a big plow. In the winter, he would plow driveways and parking lots. Many of the local businesses and people we knew would pay him to do.