Each time he started to collapseforwards, his own weight added to her strength on the laces.. When hecomplained that he couldn't breathe, she spun hi... round and punched himin the face, then while he was even more dazed, turned him again andtightened the corset with renewed vigour. At the point that he couldonly just continue breathing, she pushed him down onto the bed andhandcuffed his wrists to the bed head."You don't want to be a good wife, I warned you, now you're going to bemy maid. I'll. He leans forward, looming over me. I close my eyes, as I usually do when he starts getting serious about screwing me.I feel him rub a generous amount of lube on my opening, then he pushes a larger glob into me, following it immediately with a couple of slick fingers.I lean back and sigh, letting him open me. By the time his third and fourth fingers join the others, I can feel the stretch as almost pain. He spreads his fingers slightly. I make an incomprehensible noise deep in my throat,. "That won't be possible," she said. "Sal is going on a ten-day holiday starting Wednesday. He won't be back for 2 weeks, counting the 4th of July. He did, however, leave me the name and address of a lounge/bar he thought we might like to try. He said that if we go, we should dress enticingly, and be prepared for action." Do you want to go there tonight?" I excitedly asked."No. He said that we should go on a Friday. That's the best night 'cause everyone is there for the right reason." Okay," I. What she saw amazed her!She blinked a few times, but the room looked no different each time she opened her eyes.The chamber was spotlessly clean and beautifully furnished with what even the untutored eye of the new mistress could see were the most priceless pieces of antique Jacobean furniture, all in amazing condition and lovingly polished. By the window was a very comfortable-looking couch, which did look slightly out of keeping with the rest of the furnishings in its simplicity. She walked.