Instead, she stood in front of me, her arms wrapped around her, holding her books against her chest like a shield and addressed my feet rather than my...face.“You didn’t call me last night before bed.”I shrugged. “I kind of thought you didn’t want me to.”She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes ablaze, and said, “Of course I wanted you to!”“I’ll talk to you in the morning, you said. To me, that means don’t call me tonight.”“Paul, I’ve told you—” She must have realised her voice was rising and. “I do have a rather big tool box, with all sorts of goodies,” I said. “In fact, I have several such tool boxes, and most of them are in this very room.” The shine in her eyes told me that wheels were turning in that pretty little head of hers, considering what sort of toys I had and what I may use on her. “Is there anything in particular you would like to try?” I asked, kissing again. “Too many things,” she said as a finger trailed down my chest. “Other times,” she continued, “if we could. "I knew this was effective but not to this degree. It shows that orgasmaddiction and denial is such a motivator that I have never been seenbefore. Once you are mine completely Jessica I will do a paper on you toshow the most effective way to control your Sissy, but for now you knowyour punishment will be severe. The punishment will be selected byyourself to judge your transgression and if I deem it is not suitable forthe betrayal you may not survive what I will give to you. As for yourorgasms. The path fromHaltdoor to SansB, however, was full of loose stones and it wasimpossible to walk it without shoes. Due to my prejudices I selected,therefore, a leather moccasin, which didn't look too much "girly".We took the old road which lead to the phantom city of Spaul and alreadyafter the 10th Km my feet were killing me. The moccasin was toomalleable and its thin leather sole was insufficient as protectionagainst the sharp stones. Thomasz saw my agony and, after 30Km of walk,while our convoy.