So why would anyone want to k**nap them and strap them to a weird chair?"N...Nico? You there?"Silence."...Oh, please, tell me she got out..."Suddenly,...something exploded inside her mind.-I am a slave. I live on my wonderful Master's island. I choose to be a slave because I love my Master and he wants me to. I choose to be a slave because I am grateful for Master.I am free to act but I want to act like a slave. I want to because it feels comfortable and right. I want to be a slave because it. He enthusiastically said yes and told me to come over.I still remember the anticipation I felt as I walked to his place. I knew this was going to be a bold move and I wondered how it would feel? When I arrived at his place - I explained what I was feeling and he understood. We moved to his bedroom and removed our clothes. This was the early 90's and the aids scare was still prominent, so I began by sucking his cock with a condom on. I kept asking him if I was doing it correctly and he. She slid back toward me and was slowly grinding her ass into my crotch. I was soon ready for more. Lisa rolled over and we kissed and groped, she was slowly stroking my cock now and I was ready to enter her and start the weekend off with a welcome orgasm. Just as I started to roll her on her back she giggled and pushed at my chest saying "That will give you something to think about today. We don't have time for this now! I have to clean up the entire house and you need to mow the grass and do. She looked down to see Maykop, crouched in the shadows at the base of the pedestal, his hands slowly creeping up her legs."What are you doing?" June whispered."Just look at the statue," came the soft response from the shadows. "Don't draw attention. I just need a few moments." And then under his breath, he added, "And your panties." What?" June said incredulously.”Just look at the statue."June forced herself to study the statue, willing herself to ignore the tickle as Maykop's strong hands.