‘Up whore!’ he commanded and she quickly complied. ‘Lie down on the bed,’ he went on with her complying, ‘Spread you legs and arms and offer...no resistance.’ As she was doing this Tristan opened the cabinet and took out some rope that he had anticipated using. When Rory saw him coming over with the rope, she almost considered stopping their game, but she was too horny to resist now, so she went along with it. Predictably, she felt Tristan begin to tie her legs and arms to the bed. When he was. .out. "Ohhhhhhh....bad slave!...very, very bad slave!...you've failed me...AGAIN!!" Now...I turn her to face me, grabbing Megan's shoulders, so limp now in my hands, daring not to show one sign of resistance...as I tie her arms tightly above her head..."Never ever find anything more important than my needs and wants...serving and servicing these things...are your purpose...to become the perfect slave to me!!" I know you well, slavegirl...as you want this so at times, then you feel trapped...and. ” I took some satisfaction when she winced at that last part.“Well, why don’t we go inside, I don’t think we want to be having this discussion out here,” I said, unlocking the door and following her in.“Would you like a drink?”“Just coffee,” she said. “I need to keep my wits about me.”I popped a hazelnut pod in the Keurig for her, a French vanilla for me, added our usual cream and sugar and brought them to the living room, putting them on the coffee table.Sitting on opposite ends of the couch,. “No, everything’s fine,” replied Gill in the same curt manner. “Well, it’s quite obviously not, is it? Tell me, what’s wrong?” said George, putting a hand on her shoulder. Gill began to look awkward, turning her head away. “It’s nothing,” she replied, quietly. “Last night.......why did you leave so quickly?” asked George. “We’d both had a few drinks.....and....” said Gill, looking down sheepishly at her manicured nails. “Yes....and...” replied George, trying to elicit the answer from her. “God,.