What did you call her?””Georgia.””Yeah, nice touch there,” he started off complimenting. “That name conjures up a sweet Southern gal. I’...e known a few Georgia’s in my time and at least two of them were very sweet in the sack. I didn’t get the third one now that I think about it, but I nailed her sister that night instead. I should have stuck with that Georgia though. The sister was a real tightass, and I don’t mean that in a good way.”“Anyway, so this hypothetical Georgia of yours, she’s been. He picked me up and stood me on my feet. He put a bit of rope or something in my hand and told me we were going downstairs. Before I could begin to move, I felt a sharp jab into my naked thigh followed by Kurt saying cruelly “You know what that is?” I shook my head. “That’s four inches of Sheffield steel bitch, you dare try to run, you try to get help from anyone I will fucking gut you, understand?”. I nodded my head. I was marched out like a blind man through my flat and for what seemed like. Taken.He stood back and admired her. A vision of submissive beauty, tied for his (and her) pleasure. He walked back and forth and around the sides of the bed, his hand thoughtfully rubbing his chin as he thought about what to do next. Completely at his mercy she was, and her eyes followed him. Breathing slowly, expectantly, fearfully even. What was he planning? What was he going to do?She needn’t have feared as this was all for show. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He had known for a. I start a slow, torturous rhythm around my clit for a few minutes. I get myself worked up just enough to make me crave your touch. My hands just won’t do, you have the special touch and you know it. I exit the shower and start toweling off. I dry my hair and style it just the way you like it. I make sure my makeup is absolute perfection. I walk into my closet, open my drawer of special lingerie and gaze at all of the lace and silk. Which will you like best? I decide on a white and champagne.