She bound my wrists behind my back and tied my ankles together to insure I was fairly immobile. As she finished tying me up I wondered what she had in...store for me this evening. She usually didn't tie me up, since I'm always very cooperative. "Get up, slave!" She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened the. It took me a while to figure out that they were birds of a feather.I was enjoying my favorite fantasy - you know, the one where Blakemore comes into Maybelline’s bar after I’ve had four shots of Jack, and challenges me to duke it out with him in the parking lot - when my cell phone buzzed. I loosened my fantasy grip around Blakemore’s neck with one hand and flipped it open without looking at the caller ID display.“J&L Construction, this is Josh.”“Good morning Mister Fuller, this is Amber. She would have loved being there all the time to watch him, but daily demands kept her away.And even when these demands invaded her time at college, she often drifted off thinking about him, thinking of his passive naked body, almost like he was a man born fully-developed and straight into the world. In the boring lectures, she would often reawaken with her legs crossed and her mind full of desires and fantasies. Even though he was officially hers, she had hinted to Nikki that something may. I laid the box down on the bed and opened it. To my surprise (I was shocked) all that was in the box was a note and a short blue spring coat with no sash and two buttons missing. The top and bottom buttons were gone and I noticed the inner pockets were missing. The note told me this was it for the night and to wear my black heels, the ones with the real high heels, five inches. I turned red and started to shake, I was excited but a little embarrassed. Oh wow I thought, I guess we aren't going.