The chain was tight, the chain was constant, the chain was her on-going reminder of the intense sexual submission she entrusted to he who owned her.Ma...ter pulled slavegirl's collar. "Time to get up," he said.slavegirl twisted while moaning with pleasure. She didn't have to look at the clock to know the time: 6:00 AM. slavegirl's early morning call allowed Master time to torment slavegirl before going to work.slavegirl rolled out of bed. Master's motorcycle boots moved with authority on the wood. It was no surprise that she might have said something to Reverend Kohl."Yes, 'fraid so. More, it was in various church activities that she actually got to know the other guy on a personal level. They work at the same place, I know, but evidently he hadn't made a move on her until they became part of the activities here. Let me hasten to say that I knew nothing of the romantic side of things until a couple of days ago. It was the same day you made your appointment to see me," he said. I realized. Nudity must not offend you. Does anyone wish to remain here?" Shumanasked the audience. Not a single student declined. "Very well then, if you will all follow me." Herr Schumann said, openingthe door and leading the group into a dimly lit room. Several spot lights illuminatedodd looking wooden shapes, each with leather straps and metal rings embedded.Herr Schumann approached the very first exhibit. "This exhibit is known as a St. Andrew's Cross. It is in the shape of theletter 'X' and was. His gentle brand of seduction makes me close my eyes, toss my head back and sigh with pleasure. And oh the dreams: they leave me tangled in the bed sheets, breathless and reaching for him in the darkest hour of my night. The morning after taste of frustration and futility cloying to the palate, as he’s not really mine to have. I’ve laid in bed with him, sweat dripping from our bodies exhausted from making love, felt him running down the inside of my thighs. I’ve closed my eyes and imagined him.