I provided some wrought iron shackles;these would be your only clothing. Sometimes you would wear punitive-bra,punitive-panties and punitive-sandals b...t that would be for rare occasions. Youwould prepare meals for us but you would not eat with us. For the next two days,you are prohibited to speak. You would nod for ?yes?and shake a head for ?no?. You are free to scream and howl as loud as you wishbut I suggest you to use effort and be as much silent as you can because tooloud slaves are always. I am in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality.As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there, and it stimulates me(this intimacy with another woman whom I don't even know.Placing a hand lightly on my ass, her thumb crept inside the crack of my cheeks. She began to guide me across the room. I bumped against something knee-high--it must be the couch I thought. She guided me onto it. It is the couch. Allie has me carefully positioned. She had worn a leather choker around her neck that complimented her western style outfit complete with wrap-around skirt and denim shirt. Her skirt was split to the middle of her thighs and her shirt was unbuttoned to her navel and tied in a not. Her 34′ chest was supported by some sort of lacy push-up bra that could be seen between the tightly stretched material. Her navel contained a pearl ring against the backdrop of a flat stomach. Her waist held a gold chain. Her black boots completed the. Janey, like her friend Bonny, was fifteen years old and, like Bonny also, she was experiencing the frustrations of her budding but, in her case, unrealized sexuality. Physically she was quite different than her buxom friend. At five feet, ten inches, she was the tallest girl in the convent. She was, compared to her ripe-bodied friend; slim although when nude the already mature shape of her developing figure left no doubt that she was a woman.Lying in her bed, Bonny had been frustratedly.