“Can I see that?” Emma asked, gesturing to the strap-on. I shrugged and handed it to her.She turned it around in her hand and squeezed it, seeing ...ow firm it was.“Huh. Surprisingly life-like, ‘cept for the temperature,” she remarked.“Uh, sometimes Jess will heat them up in warm water for more authenticity,” I responded. Jess ended the discussion when she returned with the bottle of lube.Flipping the cap open, she handed the bottle to Emma.“Lube it good,” she instructed. Emma squirted a stream. My strike left an imprint of my hand on her cheek.She shuddered. Her nostrils flared, her lips parted, breath coming in short huffs. Yet her nipples were erect, and she gave me a small smile.She enjoyed this play.I screamed at her. “Bitch, whore!”She smiled more broadly and wriggled in her chains. “Yes, my master.”Now I felt the hunger for her. I stripped off all my clothes, except for my boxer shorts.She watched, silent, her eyes fixed on the massive bulge between my legs.I slowly pulled down. ” She glanced up at the skies. “And with the sea so choppy and the sky darkening, I feel the need to secure her properly. To bind her in place.”My heart thudded more. I loved bondage. I didn’t know that when we started the quest, but being wrapped up by a giganraneae’s web and then bound by a dryad’s tree had awakened desires in me. I liked being bound. I liked being spanked. I liked pain and domination.And Angela liked giving them to me.“It would be tragic to lose your concubine,” I said with. We had hardly gotten out the door when we heard more gunshots coming from the next room. There were some screams of pain and a lot of crying. That room was used for art classes, so there were no desks to shelter behind. We ran to the door and stopped. The door was completely open, but we could not see the shooters when we used the mirror.I formulated a quick plan which I whispered to Marlene. I had her stay where she was while I ran to the other side of the door. Once I was in place, she and I.