My mind wandered, wondering what was happening, how had this happened, and what was going to happen. I dreamed of food, of rich meals of turkey with ...ll the fixings, of golden cups of sweet tea and lemonade, and then of just bread and water. And I prayed. It was early that afternoon when the door had opened. The room stank. I had been forced to urinate in one corner and still needed to use a real toilet. My vision swam a bit as I saw a man dressed in a tunic and purple robe, step into the. Heather did not know how to respond. The rules said absolutely no talking and she had learned that the rules were ruthlessly enforced. She did not speak, however she did look up. Willow was by the door, not far from the controls for Heather's restraint/punishment system. Willow was also wearing red high heels, her collar, but nothing else. This was different than the other times Willow had come in.But the voice belonged to the beautiful tall blonde, Page. Heather had not seen Page for more than. I can suck you through my stocking mask or put three layers of dark red lipstick on. You can cream inside or I can take it all over my mouth. Jerk that cock. Yeah? Come on! We’re alone! I know you. You may have wanked/jerked yourself to my pics before, you dirty pervert! What did it for you? My outfits? My poses? The look on my face? But you wanted it. Maybe you didn’t know my mind but dreamed that I’d be slutty and bad. Would you like me to slowly kiss your leotard crotch as I look at you?. I said what question are they asking and whether they are making any sense. They said what’s wrong in that. It’s common to discuss at this age. They asked me to be a little liberal and know about the outside world.They continued telling that being too conservative will only make things difficult for people. One should have a mix of modern and traditional outlook towards life. There’s nothing wrong in talking about sex. With bit hesitation, I said around 10 years back.They were a bit surprised.