Her fingers trembled when she wrote the names onto her stomach, and she had to use both hands to steady them enough, carefully writing "Lisa" and "Jen... onto her stomach in big uppercase letters.Her shorts still sported a huge wet stain in the front, and when she stripped out of them, the air was filled with her musky scent. After turning up the lights in the living room to their maximum and draping herself onto the couch, her eyes became glued to the wall clock, her need climbing with every. Yeah, I told him not to buy me anything, but I was hurt and angry at the time. I didn’t really mean for him not to buy me anything. ‘I can’t believe that cheap bastard didn’t buy me a gift.’ I had a difficult time believing that the one, special person in my life, the person I depend on to help me get through my day emotionally and spiritually didn’t think enough of me to buy me a birthday gift to celebrate my birthday? I was crushed. I was hurt. I was angry. ‘I still can’t believe he didn’t. Now I was completely naked, except for blindfold, dog chain and ropes. But more was to come. ropes were attached to my ankle, and my legs were spread wide. "Now for some photos, but we need to see your slutty face. Open your mouth wide," Reluctantly, I do so, and immediately a ball gag was strapped into place. I felt my blindfold being removed - now I would be able to see my captor. Did I know him already?I was to be disappointed - he was wearing a mask that covered his whole face. He was. I studied the woman in front of me, but she never looked at me. Not once. She just stared straight ahead, her eyes focused on something. Or maybe nothing. I couldn’t tell, they just stayed in the same spot. The silence became a bit too much for me. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked. She looked at me as though she hadn’t expected me to speak. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked her again. ‘Oh.’ She took a final sip of her drink and placed the empty glass on a table next to the couch. ‘Ceciline.’ I could tell.