She was staying there, upright in the centre of the bathroom, a quite big, luxurious bathroom indeed, fully equipped with many accessories, and her Ma...ter was leisurely outfitting her for her status of slave. I replaced the wrist cuffs with two separate wide steel band manacles. Each one of them was internally silicone foam lined and externally was bringing two pivoting eyelets which the only purpose was to tie their victim at its Master pleasure. And each of them was golden plated too, since. As I walk down the hallway I stop and look at one of the many mirrors and take myself in, my medium length blonde hair tied in a pony tail my light blue eyes and my 34C breasts. I smile at myself and fix my shirt and continue walking. I get to the Headmasters office and I go to enter but I hear a loud familiar voice. My Daddy. “Jeff, when I see my sweet little girl she better be the slut I’m paying for.” I hear Head master Anderson sigh. “I assure you Max, Katrina has bloomed over the few. Besides, he should get to fuck Mama, Heather, and all the rest. I don’t know his wife that well, but I think that it’s only fair to see what she’s actually like before judging her. Sure, I’ll do it!” Vanessa then hit the numbers for Henry Warner’s home phone.“Warner residence, Henry speaking,” a tired voice came over the speaker.“Hey, Mr. Warner! It’s me, Vanessa! Remember me?” Vanessa asked him outright.“Oh, yeah ... you! Damn you, Vanessa! I can’t get our fling out of my mind! Hell, let’s. I don't think I meant for it to happen or maybe I did. I don't know.The other afternoon we bumped into each other at the deli counter in the local super market. It was quite busy that day so the 'Take A Number' system was in effect. We certainly couldn't just stand there waiting for our number to be called without speaking so I strolled over to her and said a quiet hello.She had just put in her request for a quarter pound of boiled ham when she heard me.We chatted, albeit uncomfortably, about.