He would never hurt me, and I trust him completely. I am his for whatever purpose he needs, because he is the only man who has ever truly understood t...e desire, the craving, the hunger in me that's never truly satisfied.He keeps me in a bra and pantyhose most of the time, barefoot for the most part, but when I'm restrained and standing I must be wearing high heels. My hands are always bound. Always. If I need assistance, I must call the woman he's hired as a live-in "attendant" if he happens. As soon as the zipper was undone I wiggled my shoulders as my dress fell from my shoulders dropping to the floor. I turned around just as Ted pulled his T-shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest and stomach. He pushed his Gym shorts down his muscular legs leaving his well packed jock strap up. He sat down on the side of his bed and kicked off his shorts and stood up. I walked over and felt his packed jock strap and went to my knees. He was only wearing his socks, runners and jock. ??????????? Atfirst, I decided to play with her a little, to toy with her, keep my viciousunfoldings hidden and then go for the heart of the matter, the crux, you mightsay which sounds somewhat like crotch. The crotch crux, just about sums it up,at least in part.??????????? 'So?'I started in. It was my very first word directly spoken to her.??????????? Shewas working at a pine table she used as a desk. She looked up from the reportsshe was studying, startled,? but notafraid. She was never. "And would this be a local arrangement or are we talking about importation?"Importation! As if, Harry thought. It would be quite a while before anyone in the UK could afford the luxury of importing product. One thing the credit crunch had fucked up for Clegg's business was the home market. Still at least the falling pound was helping to keep export sales up. He shook his head. "No," he said, "Norfolk."Reg's face looked gloomy, evidently disappointed that the job did not involve some travel to.