“Let me lay out some basics,” she began after another sip. “From now on, when you get home you will come in through that same door and come to t...is door. On that table there by the door you will find what will tell you who or what you're gonna be that evening.”She went on to tell me that if the only thing on the table was makeup, lipstick, and flip-flops, I was to come into the house painted and naked. That my status would be slave or bottom line cuckold. I wasn't sure what a bottom line. Little did he know that his friend Keith had arranged for this gift."Nope you are in the right place. Gary." Katy told him. "Your friend Keith sent you a gift. And it is me, you are welcome to do whatever you like to me."Sheepishly Gary turned around to Keith and was unable to say anything. Setting down his bags, Gary just continued to stand there, unable to say anything, taking in the site of this beautiful women in front of him."Go ahead dude. Have at it." Keith said. Putting his bags down. “Labor is so cheap there, I could see us moving the shoe factory over there, lock stock and barrel. That would teach a lesson to those strikers.”“Would the quality be maintained if you moved the factory? I grant you that labor is being a pain in the neck right now, but everyone knows the standard of quality they get when they buy Covington Shoes.” The speaker was a banker who had fronted a great deal of cash to be in on this deal. Beside him was the lawyer who drew up all the papers and made. Lynette was already strapped to the cot, her wrists fastened to the straps on the side with a thick belt around her waist attaching her body to the table. Her legs were held splayed wide open by two stirrups, much like a gyno chair. Her ankles, knees and thighs were strapped in to the padded stirrups. Her mound had been shaved clean.Her pussy was to be the target then.A ball gag in her mouth rendered her mute, “her screams would be too loud otherwise,” Brett explained, “it would not do to hurt.