She much preferred to stay in bed, either alone or with company, leaving its warmth and comfort only occasionally to raid her mini fridge for snacks o... to lean out of her window and smoke. Once the sun went down and the curtain of night fell though, that's when she functioned best.She could bash out a three thousand word essay on ancient Greek poetry in a couple of hours and then do whatever the hell she liked for the rest of the night. Most of all though she loved the silence and isolation the. Too tired to argue I slowly and carefully bring my knees to my chest and find that if I move too fast, I’ll pitch head first to the floor. Roy kneels on the bed behind me. His hands grasp me firmly by the hips. His member, hard and poking me from behind. Roy moves closer, forcing my knees closer to the edge, sudden fear of falling brings me out of my daze as I look at him over my shoulder. With one deep thrust, he mounts me. Roy’s cock, covered in the oil and my body’s own juices aiding in the. But when my Mistress told me to lie down on the bed on my back I did so. She pulled me down where my ass was touching the edge of the bed. It was then that I noticed the large eye bolt in the ceiling because she walked to the closet, pulled out a long chain with a spreader bar attached to it and hooked it to the ceiling. She attached the spreader bar to my ankles and adjusted the length of the chain. Since the bolt was directly above my head the resulting effect was that it held my legs. She always had that attitude that made you want to chase after her. She gets angry easily but that did not change that fact that she was hot as hell! I turned to my dresser going to fetch my phone, when the phone rang. *Phone rings* ‘Hello?’-Me ‘Yes is Diana there?’ ‘Sorry no she is out right now.’-Me ‘Ok when she gets back tell her I need to speak with her, ok?’ ‘Sure thing..mrs.?Who is this?’-Me ‘This is Ms. Sullivan.’-Ms. Sullivan ‘Ok ill tell her.’-Me ‘Thanks, bye.’-Ms. Sullivan ‘Bye.’-Me.