Missy helped me into my sleep corset and told me I no longer needed mybooties she my feet were now well used to the highest of heels. My sleepgloves ...ere also no longer needed to protect my nails. Before driftingoff to sleep Missy asked me if I had enjoyed the day and I admitted tohim that I had.The next day started like all the others with Missy slipping under mysheets and kissing me awake. We got up knowing all the tasked at hand.We went to the kitchen.Mummy and Helen were there and both. You have your list of questions but ignore them. You are a natural acting on impulse – your next and very appropriate question will come from listening.’ ‘Yes Miss Bycroft, I mean Sierra.’ ‘Why are you nervous, Linda?’ ‘Because this is the biggest moment of my life.’ ‘But…?’ ‘But there will be many other big moments.’ ‘Indeed. Linda you have been trained to ask questions on camera so be a darling will you. When the countdown begins remember your training, not your fears. Okay?’ ‘That’s a great. As she popped the trunk she bent over to retrieve her things I took in her tiny waist and the wonderful heart shape of her ass. I was relieved to see she too had brought an overnite bag. That evening was a blur. We had a fine meal, drank expensive cognac, and danced until the ball dropped on 2001. Still on the dance floor, we kissed deeply as the confetti and balloons dropped all around. She was giving me a "full body hug" as we french kissed, oblivious to the crowd around us. "This just. Will you cooperate??I was sobbing so hard it hurt my chest. His tone was very stern and I believed he meant what he said. All I could cling to was the faint hope that he would let me go when this was over. I nodded yes.?Good.? He said and backed away.In a clear voice Phillip said; ?Belle, the boys need reassurance that all this is great fun for you? okay??I closed my eyes and nodded yes.He continued; ?You enjoy being tied and gagged and whipped don?t you Belle??The word ?whipped? rang in my.